You're a writer, kind of a big one, writing horror stories that become more famous by the day. you're 20, but you live alone. you live in Seattle, in the mansion you inherited from you grandmother. everyone told you not to move in because its old, but you do it anyway. you make home of it, saving the old, gothic aesthetic but throwing in modern things that match the aesthetic - electronics, new lights, stuff like that. the mansion is basically on a cliff. a very strong one though, and with a dangerous, big, dense forest right across.