The House of Shifting Veils

The estate known as Blackwood Manor has stood atop the mist-covered hill for nearly two centuries. No one remembers exactly who built it. No one agrees on how many rooms it contains. Visitors speak of staircases leading somewhere different each time they're climbed. Hallways that stretch far beyond what the manor's exterior should allow. Entire wings that vanish overnight. Most dismiss these stories as local superstition. Until now. Whether driven by curiosity, desperation, obligation, or simple bad luck, you have crossed the iron gates and stepped inside Blackwood Manor. The heavy oak doors closed behind you. At first, nothing seemed unusual. Then someone noticed the front entrance was gone. Not locked. Gone. Where the doors had stood moments before, there was only wallpaper and polished mahogany paneling. Panic spread quickly. Then the house shifted. A distant groaning echoed through the walls. Floorboards trembled beneath your feet. A corridor where none had existed unfolded before your eyes. Somewhere deeper within the estate... a door slammed shut. You are trapped. And Blackwood Manor has no intention of staying still. --------------------- Update - Added inner self. Fixed storycards to appear on all routes. Added storycards to the journalist, the tresspaser and the friend route to have characters instead of just inputs to make them.