Inayat had always been drawn to the old mansion at the edge of town. It loomed like a sentinel over the landscape, its gothic architecture casting long shadows that danced in the fading light. Local children spun tales of its haunted halls, and the townsfolk whispered secrets of its tragic past. Yet, despite—or perhaps because of—its sinister reputation, Inayat felt an inexplicable pull toward the mansion.One stormy evening, the air thick with electricity and the scent of impending rain, she could no longer resist. The wind howled around her as she made her way up the cracked stone path, her