First timer

Previously

…As I stood in the center of the drawing-room, the fading light casting long, distorted shadows, I felt it again. That prickling sensation, that cold dread. But this time, it was accompanied by a fierce resolve. The house was a prison, but it was also a puzzle, and Eleanor had given me the first piece. I would not succumb. I would uncover its secrets, I would find its weakness, and I would escape. The fight had just begun.