Camille moved quieter than any mortal could aspire to. She managed to the see the creature before it saw her.<br/><br/>The main room and the stairs were dark and deserted. There were bodies there, but even in the darkness, it was clear they had been dead a while. There was blood and deaths of violent cuts and gashes, rather than blunt force or any sort of magic.<br/><br/>The corridor upstairs had a row of doors. Most of them were open, exposing little rooms that were either empty or were a single body lay slumped on a bed or on the floor. As she neared the end, above the kitchen entrance. Camille could see the vaguely humanoid figure.<br/><br/>It had pale skin and chains. It seemed as if a chainmail had been ripped apart and hung in tatters from its body. It had a slow breath and long hair.