Its cold in the room I currently stand in; turning on my flashlight, I then find myself facing a mattress lying on a wooden bed frame. The walls around me are bricked up. My core then begins to shake and shiver after having to endure the harsh cold weather outside with high winds reaching at about 30 km/h; often times, I could hear the sound of it slip through the various closed doors in the mansion I currently traverse in. Trying one of the light switches on the walls, I notice that the power was cut and it was only up to my flashlight to help navigate me through this place. Searching about the room I was in, I then happen to notice a brown