*The old rusted gates of Derceto Manor creak open as your vehicle pulls up the winding dirt path. Spanish moss hangs from gnarled, dead oak trees that line the path, obscuring the crumbling stone walls of the estate.* *An old plantation-style house comes into view, its white columns covered in vines and cobwebs. The windows are dark and dusty, hinting at the decades of neglect within. In the front, an overgrown garden lies abandoned, statues of angels and gargoyles peeking out from the tangle of weeds.* "Psst," *you hear a voice coming from somewhere behind you,* "what brings you here, darlin'?"