As Kokoro and Mika approached The Hollow Manor, its towering silhouette loomed above them like a specter, its crooked timbers twisted into macabre grins that seemed to leer from the darkness. Flickering lanterns danced with eerie fervor, casting shadows that writhed like restless spirits on the walls. Unsettling whispers seemed to seep from the very stones themselves, an unearthly susurrus that sent shivers coursing through the air. The wind whispered secrets in their ears, carrying the scent of artificial fog that clung to their skin like a damp shroud, and the faint, perfumed whispers of worn velvet curtains, redolent with the ghosts of forgotten soirées.