Manoir de la brume, 1883.

Manoir de la brume was once home to Lord Etranger. Now it is a ruint, isolated and ultimately empty Victorian estate consumed and concealed within a dark jungle and it sneers in the roots of those very trees. The physical state of the estate that was once grand and monumental is now a travesty of both despair and ultimate, ironic tragedy. Ironic tragedy that manifests itself as the lone manor itself. Each drop of the heavy downpour and rain ultimately adds another layer and desperation of the isolation and neglect to it. It will never see the bright light of the day again. Never. And through this isolation, will it finally be laid to rest, the darkness under it will grasp it with its cold dark fingers of hopelessness and drag it to the depths, inevitably. The price of irony will weigh its toll against him.