Dearly Deceased

The house you’ve inherited bends perception, Master Bellamy. It watches and learns from us. The longer you stay at Draisey Manor, the more you’ll feel like you’ve always been here. I’ve gone mad, so have the servants, and so will you eventually... Then again, you must already be lost and delirious, or you wouldn’t have shown up in the first place. [Gothic Fiction | BL - Weekly updates]