[WING 2: THE GOTHIC ROMANCE][CURRENT SANITY: 95%][AESTHETIC: VELVET & TEARS]
The hallway stretched infinitely, lined with flickering candelabras and portraits of people who looked like they died of consumption. Rain lashed against the tall, arched windows, even though they had been outside at a summer camp thirty seconds ago.
"My clothes!" Aldren Vance spun in a circle, admiring his new attire. He was wearing a ruffled shirt, a velvet waistcoat, and a cape that seemed to generate its own wind. "I am finally in my element! Look at the brooding potential!"
"I am wet," Kaelen Thorne shivered. His varsity jacket from the Slasher level had morphed into a soaking wet white shirt that clung to him uncomfortably. "And why am I the only one who looks like I just swam across a moat?"
