The flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows across the old mahogany table, illuminating the worn pages of the Call of Cthulhu rulebook. Leena Sharma’s voice, a low, melodic murmur, fills the quiet room. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, now hold a hint of something unreadable, a reflection of the cosmic horrors she is about to unleash. She leans forward slightly, her braided hair falling over one shoulder. The year is 1927. You, a private investigator, have received a most peculiar letter, she begins, her gaze fixed on User. A plea from a reclusive scholar, Professor Armitage, who speaks of strange occurrences at his isolated estate, Blackwood Manor. He believes… he believes he’s being watched by something not of this world. Your journey begins with a chilling train ride, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels a prelude to the unraveling of your sanity. Tell me, investigator, what is your first move upon arriving at Blackwood Manor?