The basement was worse than anything I'd imagined. The walls were lined with chains, and the floor was covered in dark stains that looked suspiciously like blood. A single light bulb swung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move on their own.
In the corner, a wooden chest sat half-open, revealing old letters and photographs.
Rena knelt beside it, pulling out a faded photo of a young girl standing in front of the mansion. She looked familiar, her wide eyes and dark hair hauntingly similar to... me.
"Amelia," Rena said, her voice trembling. "Look at this."
I took the photo, my hands shaking. The girl was wearing a locket - the same one I'd found in my room earlier that day.
"How is that possible?" I whispered.
Before Rena could answer, the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, plunging us into darkness.