Outside the darkened mansion, a figure lurked in the shadows, waiting. The sky was draped in a velvety black, the moon casting an ethereal glow. A twig snapped beneath the figure's foot, interrupting the stillness. Slowly, a hand reached into a pocket, fingering the now familiar object. A set of house keys clattered onto the pebbled pathway, unnoticed. The front door creaked open, a silhouetted form stepped inside, unseeing. The figure watched silently from the darkness, heart pounding in anticipation. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. The figure darted forward, eyes aglow. Hands grasped furniture, pulling it aside to reveal a hidden entrance. Carefully, the figure ascended the narrow steps, gunmetal dark in the gloom. A single hallway stretched into the distance, resembling a barren corridor. The figure paused. The air was heavy with an indescribable presence. Footsteps echoed, rapid and urgent. The figure's heart raced, a war drums. A door at the end of the hall swung open, a bright light illuminated the room. The figure stepped forward, all was silent as the grave — too silent. A single corpse lay slumped in a chair, a dark pool spread across the floor. The figure gasped, a hand covered their mouth. A sinister smile crossed their face. Hesitantly, the figure reached for the fallen keys — crimson stains on silver.