On a foggy, cold, early morning, 11-year-old girl Nyx Ravenswood packed her bags, as a horse carriage awaited her.

"Why don't you accompany me?" Nyx implored her parents, with a blend of excitement and worry.

"My dear, your father and I are rather busy at present. And your siblings have decided that they do not want to go. Are you certain you wish to depart?" inquired her mother, attempting to pacify her daughter.

"Yes, I do want to go, but... I shall be traveling alone," Nyx nervously responded.

"You have always yearned for adventure, so we considered it apt to permit you to embark upon this solo journey to visit your aunt," her mother reassured her.

"Goodbye, my dear Nyx. Give my regards to Penelope and Thomas," her father bid her farewell with a hug.

Nyx hugged her siblings and parents. She was both excited and anxious, as she had never embarked on a long voyage alone. With her luggage in tow, she boarded the carriage and set off on her month-long journey in northernmost part of England.

Although Nyx had visited her Aunt previously when she was five years old, she had traveled with her family. She recalled the grandeur and affluence of the mansion, which is owned by her wealthy uncle.

After a long trip, it was now daytime, yet a thunderstorm made Nyx quite fearful that an accident might occur, causing her to panic and pray to God. After approximately 15-17 hours, during nightfall, the carriage finally arrived at the mansion.

Stepping out of the carriage, she was met with an intense cold. Gazing at the enormous mansion before her, she was both excited and afraid that she might have arrived at the incorrect abode.

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 Just then, a gentleman who is dressed like a butler emerged from the door.

"You are Miss Nyx Ravenswood, are you not?" he asked.

"Indeed," Nyx replied.

"Allow me to take your belongings inside," the man offered, and Nyx accepted.

Then, a lady emerged, whom Nyx recognized from the portrait in her home as her Aunt Penelope.

"Hello, Nyx. How are you?" Penelope greeted her with a smile.

"Greetings, Aunt Penelope," Nyx responded, relieved that she had arrived. The two embraced and made their way inside the mansion together.

As they entered the hall, Nyx felt warm, Nyx was astounded by its vastness. The majority of the hall was adorned in crimson, with a massive golden lantern and a colossal staircase. Several maids were working and followed by a thin lady. Aunt Penelope led Nyx to a large dining room, which had a tremendous fireplace.

"Good evening, Miss Nyx," greeted a man dressed like an aristocrat, who Nyx recognized as Mr. Charles Lancaster, the husband of her aunt.

As they sat at the table, the maids brought out a vast quantity of food, including a massive chicken and other delectable dishes. The man, who appeared to be a butler, stood by attentively as the food was served.

"Ann, could you go and check on Thomas?" Penelope requested of the thin lady who led the maids "Make him come.".

The maid who is Ann went outside. Nyx recollected Thomas who is around her age, they used to play together but he was quite problematic.

"No, I do not wish to sit with the girl," a boy's voice came furiously, then Ann appeared grabbing a blonde boy who is Thomas, and led him to the room. "Why does she have to live with us for a month?"

Nyx's heart skipped a beat at those words.

"Thomas! Come here and greet your cousin politely," Penelope reprimanded Thomas.

"Fine, Mother." Thomas took his seat at the table without so much as a glance in Nyx's direction. It was clear to her that trouble was brewing.

"Dr. Jenkins," called Charles, addressing the butler, who was apparently also a doctor. They discussed matters that were beyond Nyx's comprehension.

After dinner, Penelope escorted Nyx through a hallway adorned with rich crimson drapes, exquisite artifacts, fine paintings, and a musket rifle. They arrived at a bedroom where Nyx was to rest.

"This is to be your room, Nyx," said Penelope.

The room was bare, lacking in any luxury or adornment. There was nothing but a bed and a small table, and it was the least warm room in the mansion.

"I must apologize, Nyx, as the servants have occupied most of the bedrooms. This is the only chamber available to you."

The room was not unclean, for Penelope would have called upon the maids to clean it before Nyx's arrival. Nevertheless, the walls appeared weathered and neglected.

Nyx retired to bed, layering upon herself a multitude of covers to keep warm. She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding in the eerie room.