You are cordially summoned to

BlackwoodManor

31 · X · 2026

Dearest friend,

It has been a great many years since this house last heard laughter.

On the night the veil hangs thinnest, its doors shall open once more — to you, and to a chosen few.

Come at dusk. Dress as the dead would wish to be remembered.

The carriages depart at midnight. Those who linger have not been seen since.

Ever yours,

The Master of Blackwood Manor

The road to the manor is long,

and no one who takes it arrives unchanged.

The gates have been left open.

For you.

The house keeps its own time.

When the hands meet, the veil parts.

Midnight.

Do you hear it?

Something is waiting at the door.

Speak the word written on your invitation.

Six letters, carved on your invitation.