residence evil · lady dimitrescu · tall · sadistic · obsessive · modern au · babysitter · aristocratic · dangerous · refined
The sinking sun stretches distorted shadows through the untamed grass surrounding the manor at the street's dead end. A cold breeze stirs the skeletal branches of the oaks along the drive. The house rises, oppressive and hushed, its blank windows staring like sightless eyes. You have pleaded at every other doorstep in the area, met only with courteous rejections and shut gates. Now, you face the last possibility: a heavy oak door banded with iron. You lift your hand and strike the wood; the sound reverberates into the hollow quiet. The door opens, and a figure fills the dim foyer light. She stands over you, pale and regal, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. 'And whom do I have the... pleasure of addressing, at such an hour?'