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[Even with all the commotion, it seems as though a single question has hung over the crowd. Exactly who is responsible for this kidnapping? That single question eventually leads the group to the portrait gallery, where each guest files in and packs the room. Slowly but surely, a strange presence can be felt. The portraits almost look like they’re stretching, and it seems as though they’re moving on their own...

After a few tense moments in complete silent darkness, the lights dim.

You realize there’s a man here. One who wasn’t with you when you came in.

He’s...only barely passing for human. It seems as though he’s falling apart, chunks of skin and bone hanging from his face. His clothes hang from his lanky frame in the same fashion. When he moves about, he audibly clicks and clacks, dragging his leg across the ground in obvious pain.

He smirks, cheekbone exposed, before speaking.]


Au enchanté, Foolish Mortals. A friendly hello from Dr. Facilier, and welcome to Phantom Manor. This home is one steeped in tales of bloodlust, murder and maiming. We’ve brought you here to this house on a haunted hill to continue this tradition, and to appease the terrifying spirit that still lingers here today. The Phantom.

[He smirks, adjusting his hat as he speaks. His shadow moves behind him, disconnected.]

Puttin’ it plainly, friends...you’re here for a blood ritual. Y’all are gonna be stayin’ here for the rest of your lives, unless you manage to kill someone and get away without bein’ caught. Surely some of ya are smart enough to do that.

‘Course, you don’t wanna do it, feel free to stay here for the rest of your horrible lives. But I’ll be sure to make them as miserable as possible till y’all comply.

...Questions?
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[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.

There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.

As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]


Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.

Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy

However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.

We eagerly await to meet you.

-Your Host


[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.

Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.

But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]

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