Under the cover of darkness, Crockta climbed over the fence. Elsanad’s mansion was deadly silent, and all of its lights were off. Crockta walked past the garden and turned the doorknob of the front door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. The door swung open, and a pitch-black darkness that concealed everything in sight awaited him inside.0

Crockta took a step further. The sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the mansion as his eyes scanned the darkness. It was a mansion that looked beautiful under the sun, but in the darkness, it appeared eerie.1

He trudged along the hallway and quickly scanned the rooms, none of which were locked. As Crockta went past rooms that didn’t have any sign of presence, he suddenly noticed a figure looking at him. He jumped back, scared out of his wits.1

“…!”0

It was just a statue. The faint moonlight shining in through the window dimly revealed its silhouette. It was an elf statue that stared off into space with an indifferent expression. Crockta extended his hand to caress it and was greeted by the cold sensation of plaster. The statue’s form was so life-like that it seemed like it could move at any moment.1

Crockta looked to the side. The elf statue was guarding the door next to it. He grabbed the doorknob, but it refused to turn; it was tightly locked. Among the areas he had searched so far, this was the only locked room.0

Crockta looked around. The mansion was filled with darkness, but his Mind’s Eye skill began revealing forms and shapes around him.0

Nothing moved inside the room, nor did he detect any presence around him. It was an eerie place.0

Crockta exerted pressure as his hand tightly gripped the doorknob of the locked room. It creaked...1