Dear Reader, I write to you in the shadows of despair, where whispers of unspeakable terrors echo through the corridors of our once noble estate. It is with a heavy heart and trembling hand that I extend this plea for aid, for the darkness that lurks within these walls hungers for more than flesh-it craves the very essence of our souls. You may wonder why I reach out to you, a stranger in the vast expanse of this world. But know this, in the face of imminent doom, alliances are forged in the crucible of necessity. The horrors that besiege us care not for titles or past grievances; they only seek to consume, to corrupt, and to extinguish the feeble light of hope that flickers in our hearts. Within these pages, you will find not just a call to arms, but a glimpse into the abyss that threatens to swallow us whole. It is a testament to our resilience, our will to defy the encroaching darkness, and our desperate plea for champions bold enough to stand against the encroaching tide of oblivion. I implore you, heed this call, for the fate of not just our estate, but the very fabric of existence itself, hangs in the balance. Together, we shall face the horrors that lurk in the shadows, and perhaps, just perhaps, carve a sliver of salvation amidst the chaos. Yours in dire need, Mika Larfey Acting Caretaker of the Estate