Greens Arrive at Halliwell Manor

JP with Choi, Sung and Eun-Ji

Halliwell Manor - San Francisco, CA

Stay alive, Yeong thought. According to Master Park’s experience, they wouldn’t die. Just painfully be restored back to health. Depending upon the injury, the time varied. Park had relayed a time he was near death after fighting a demon he called Black Hat. Doctor Flug and Dementia and his minions were involved, Choi remembered. According to Park, it is too painful even for those of balance to endure. Park stated he wouldn’t want to go through that again. Yeong wondered if Eun-Li knew this. He assumed she did, as her family has a long history in the Dragon.

Choi set there listening to the cabbie go on-and-on about the mansion being haunted. He wanted to tell the man to shut up because his talking just dragged on in a monotone. Choi wondered how many people he lulled to sleep in the back of his cab.

Finally, in what seemed like the never ending story, the cab pulled up to the gate of the mansion. He put the vehicle into park and stared, “This is as far as I go; you’re on your own from here.”

As Eun-Ji stepped out of the cab, she thanked, paid the driver, and took a moment to survey her surroundings. Halliwell Manor loomed before her, a grand Victorian-style mansion with ornate architecture and a sense of faded elegance. Ivy crawled up the weathered walls, adding to the eerie charm of the place, and the overgrown garden hinted at neglect.

Approaching the front door, Eun-Ji couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. The house appeared abandoned, but she wanted to be certain. With a series of knocks, she waited for a response, but the silence hung heavy in the air. The doorknob was locked.

Taking matters into her own hands, she reached for the doorknob and applied a subtle twist, her chaotic abilities working their magic to unlock the possible combination of the tumblers within.

With a faint click, the door yielded, but her progress was halted by a stubborn deadbolt further up. Frustration flickered across her features as she pushed against the door, straining against the resistance. Despite her efforts, the deadbolt remained steadfast.