"Let me in, Elias. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sit in the chair."
"Am I the only one?" Elias asked, his voice sounding thin in the cavernous hall.
: Elias commits to the vigil to claim his inheritance.
She led him to the study. A single leather chair sat facing a massive mahogany desk. On the desk lay a simple wooden box and a letter. Elias sat, his hands trembling slightly. He opened the envelope and recognized his grandfather's jagged, aggressive handwriting.
: The onset of supernatural sounds and the realization that Margaret has disappeared.
"We have been expecting you, Mr. Elias," a woman said. She was dressed in a charcoal suit, her silver hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her pale skin. "I am Margaret, the executor."
