<em>There are many horrors in this world. Some are drawn to it, others may choose to turn a blind eye to it. But it is undeniable that they exist.<br/><br/>A single carriage, driven by a disheveled, bony man, has traveled far and wide in search for fools who thought that a visit to a forgotten, cursed estate may further their own goals. The driver had half a mind to think that they were all mad, that they were surely asking for a death sentence. But the driver, the Caretaker, had only that: half a sane mind. He put up very little fuss when others decided to join the carriage to return with him back to the Hamlet. It wasn't his call to make, after all. The Hamlet had a new master: an Heir to the estate.<br/><br/>One by one, he had manage to collect a total of three fools before finally making his way towards the old, winding road, looking like a misshapen serpent that slithered just on the outskirts of the Weald and towards the crumbling estate in the distance. The sunset carried a more foreboding light, as if it was trying to dare to shed light on the true nature of the cursed place they were about to enter.<br/><br/>The driver kept a slow, cautious pace down the road, giving the impression that they wanted to draw as little attention to the carriage as possible. <strong>Due to the pace, it would still be some time before the carriage would officially reach the Hamlet. The passengers may have time for idle chatter, if they found it worthy of their time.</strong> </em>