#[ ah... hello...? ]

(Walking forward to your seat unmindful of the steam ascending from the preserved flesh, you realize that there's a folded note left behind and it reads: "I hope this gives you some of your humanity back, you fowl beast. - Dio Brando." He's clearly sarcastic, and why wouldn't he be? That's Dio. A sarcastic ass. Merry Christmas!)

(Peering in, you find yourself alone in the dining room however everything has been perfectly set up - by your one and only in a way that you would enjoy it. The creaking windows are not barred up with rotten oak like usual which allows the hazed sunlight to roll in and spread across the hall. The table which is long and narrow is covered with gold furnishings and cloth which sparkle in the gaze of the sunlight. And the game-meat on display looks indescribably tasty.)

(Walking down the twisting stairways with the darkness looming over you and the growing vocalizations of half-animalistic beasts humming in your ears during your descent, the steady aroma of freshly cooked meats assaults your senses and leaves your skin burning and the further you go down the twisting tunnel the more you realize that there's a golden glow coming from the main door.) [1]