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Rose Manor

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Character Portrait: Mark Sanchez Character Portrait: The Manor Character Portrait: Jenna Grant
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Mark began by opening his eyes and allowing all the raw light to pour in and blind him, causing the reaction of immediately recoiling and jumping to his feet as he rubbed his eyes and temple with his hand, he looked around and was understandably shocked by his surroundings, this was not the tax department in which he had been carrying out his social service, this was something else and alien to his person.

Snow was a stranger to him, he got up visibly shaken by this unexpeced turn in his life and carefully analyzed his surroundings, some things stood out to him first of them all was the apparent fact that he was not in his previous location and that something was grimly amiss, he knew that the country of the north had snow but everything he had heard pointed to this being an occurrence that would only present itself on winter, his last memory was not of that season.

Must be something I ate

Second was the fact of the roses, never in his life had he seen them in such quantities, he had walked into stores and gardens in his lifetime to be sure but all those previous experiences paled by comparison of magnitude, the only things that did not immediately sport roses or snow were that towering structure in front of him, a manor of some sort, it did not share any similarities to the cabins that he was accustomed to, all he knew of such places were derived of trips with family and friends to the mexican forests in which they huddled together alongside the fire and drank, ate meat, played and told a horror story or two.

This manor was a building of a regal nature with dark stones making the bulk of its foundations and a gothic style alike the churches that the Mexican knew all too well, he kept looking to its roof to see if he could spot a gargoyle or some other vantage point to which he could climb, even with the snow he was sure footed and had strong enduring limbs from a youth spent in sweat and sun, yet despite this he could not see any rewards from climbing the outside of the house if he had not tried yet the inside, he noticed the people lying around him then and felt a cold slither in his back, something of ill portent was at work here, his eyes drifted immediately to the woman who was standing, being rather intimate with women in situations of high stress the Mexican lifted his hands showing his harmless disposition and said slowly and loudly "Where are we?" he backed away from her in a steady calm demeanor, while she looked harmless,but his careless relatives were dead