'I can assure you, it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me.' With a loaded revolver and the cold arrogance of youth, a skeptic locks himself inside the infamous Red Room of Lorraine Castle. He scoffs at the warnings of the three withered, grotesque caretakers who watch him depart with hollow eyes and a single, chilling refrain: 'It is your own choosing.' He enters with seventeen candles, certain that light and logic can conquer any legend. But as midnight strikes, the room begins to hunger. This is no mere haunting of clanking chains; it is a systematic, predatory erasure of the soul. One by one, the flames are snuffed out - not by a draft, but by the 'power of darkness' itself, nipping the wicks into blackness with terrifying, invisible deliberation. As the shadows coil around him like a stifling embrace, reason shatters. He came to hunt a ghost, but he found something far more predatory: the naked, paralyzing scream of absolute Fear. Press play now and step into the shadows - but whatever you do, don't let the light go out!