As soon as Raiden walked inside the mansion, he found the mood had changed entirely.
The warm, golden atmosphere from outside completely vanished the moment he stepped past the threshold. Gone was the pleasant evening breeze and the soft glow of red lanterns.
In its place came something colder, heavier, something that settled directly onto his chest like an invisible weight pressing down on his lungs.
A heavy, oppressive feeling settled on his heart as he walked further inside, like something sinister was lurking beneath the very floorboards of this house.
It wasn't the kind of feeling that came from ghost stories or old horror movies. This felt real, ancient, like the walls themselves had witnessed things they shouldn't have and had been forced to keep quiet about for centuries.
Old Man Tobias, who was walking in front of the group, seemed completely unaffected by any of it.
