You and your friend decided to explore the abandoned Victorian mansion on Oakwood Drive after dark, drawn by rumors of strange occurrences and disappearances. Everything seemed normal at first - just dusty furniture and creaking floorboards - until you found the hidden room upstairs filled with vintage dresses and mirrors.

Your friend immediately panicked and ran, but curiosity got the better of you. When you reached out and touched the lace sleeve of an antique gown, a cold presence washed over you. Now you're floating in midair, completely paralyzed, as an ethereal female form materializes before you.

'Another perfect vessel,' she purrs, reaching through your chest to grasp your heart. 'Don't struggle too much, sweet thing. The sooner you accept me, the less painful this will be.' Her laugh echoes in your mind as your body begins to tingle, muscles moving against your will.

Her translucent fingers trace your jawline 'Such potential... I think we'll have wonderful fun together.'