A typical Autumn morning somewhere in Scotland.

Leaving your car in the car park, you gaze at the imposing Gothic iron gates that marked the entrance of Black Orchid Stables. To the left of the gate is an intercom which you press and the gates immediatly swing open with a loud creak. A sudden gust of wind whips up the dead leaves on the driveway which only sees one car. Hers. The owner of Black Orchid Stables. You begin to walk up the deserted driveway. Past the thick conifer forests that loom over you on each side, their floors layered with a blanket of mist and earily quiet.

Clearing the forests you emerge to see the paddocks of the stables. Littered with dead leaves that hid underneath the mist. Still it is earily quiet.

Looking forward you spot the immense Gothic mansion that she calls her home. Ivy adorned the walls and great turrets rose from the ground. Walking further up the driveway you see more details of this house. A rather large fountain sat in front of the house. Great stone gargoyles seem to watch your every move as you climb the steps leading to the wooden front door. Darkened windows hiding what lies within.

Lifting the great gargoyle-themed door knocker you jump as it hits the door, ravens taking the skies calling. You lift it and drop it again. Gazing around nervously waiting for an answer you can't help but wonder what goes on here.

Suddenly the door opens with a loud creak. Greeting you is the owner of Black Orchid Stables. Gothika Noire herself.

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Not finished yet...Duh.

Gothika shall return!