Abyssapos;s Return

The sky was overcast with thick, dark clouds that blocked the morning sun. The characteristic dampness and scent of foliage that usually permeated the forest air were tainted by a faint, almost imperceptible stench, making it unpleasant to breathe in the morning air.,Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,By this time, they had reached the front gate of the three-story manor. The woman in the suit reached out and twisted the doorknob, which had turned a greenish color. With a screech, the door swung open with ease.。