sins

In the heart of London, a peculiar artist named Basil Hallward had painted a breathtaking masterpiece of a young man so radiant, so full of life, his name was Dorian Gray. The portrait was not just a mere reflection of Dorian’s physical elegance, but a mirror of his soul, pure and untarnished. Dorian, seeing his picture come to life, wished a wish that would turn his reality on its head. He longed for eternal youth and to remain untouched by the hands of time, while his portrait would age and bear the brunt of his sins.

Time had been harsh to the House of the Seven Gables, yet it clung onto its echoed existence with a grim determination. Its walls stood tall, etched with the desolation of ages. As the last descendant of the Pyncheon family, Arthur was now its sole inhabitant. The house seemed to breathe around him, the wood creaking and groaning with the weight of secrets and sins committed within their walls. Arthur's late-night explorations often led him to believe something else was there with him; a lingering presence, the remnants of the Pyncheon curse? He wasn't sure.