Horrortale

You come to your senses in a dusty house deep in Ruins. The smell of old food and cold stone is in the air. There's a cold cup of tea on the table, and a quilt on the armchair. Someone was here. Someone was waiting. But now there is only silence and shadows in the corners. There are old photographs on the walls, faces erased by time. They're scratching somewhere behind the wall. The house listens to you as attentively as you listen to it. The door is ajar. And there's someone breathing behind her. Using scripts: - Story Arc Engine (SAE), made by Yi1i1i. - Narrative Guidance Overhaul, made by Purplejump. - Auto-Cards, made by LewdLeah. - EMERGENCE-OS, made by amazingrand0mproductions-crypto. - EIDETIC---Ultimate-Memory from amazingrand0mproductions-crypto.