The Mirror

Stepping into the mansion, Perdita was greeted with a space shrouded in darkness. The walls just like the outside were painted with deep rich black that seemed to absorb the faintest glimmer of light. The air heavy with the smell of old leather and the undeniable smell of blood that wouldn't be noted by a normal person could be smelt by Perdita.

Across from the entrance was the sitting room holding its majestic elegance. The furniture, plush and exquisite in blood red hue with silver thread embroidery shimmered in the dimly lit room.

Walking further into the mansion, the floor polished to a high sheen reflected the soft glow of candles that flickered like fireflies in the darkness. On some parts of the wall were old tapestries depicting scenes of dark forests, ruined castles, and ghostly apparitions.