Backend Truth
Cassie's eyes fluttered open, her gaze blurry and unfocused. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, its intricate fresco a blur of colors and shapes. As she struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the plush cushions. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of confusion and disorientation. She clutched her head, trying to recall how she ended up in this strange place.
Fragments of memories floated through her mind like wisps of smoke. She remembered strolling through the mansion's grand hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old books and dust, and the flickering candelabras cast eerie shadows on the walls. Her fingers trailed along the intricate carvings, her eyes drinking in the beauty of the ancient antiques and paintings that adorned the walls.