Press onward...

Excited by the mystery of the fog-shrouded forest, you decide to press onward, choosing the left path at the fork. The mist clings to the trees like ghostly fingers, and every step feels like a journey into the unknown. Lynnea keeps close, her presence both comforting and exhilarating.

As you venture deeper, the path becomes narrower, and the trees more ancient and gnarled. The fog grows denser, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Suddenly, you come across a clearing with an old, dilapidated mansion standing at its center. The structure is imposing, with ivy-covered walls and broken windows hinting at a forgotten past.