You finds himself wandering through a dark, overgrown forest, the wind stirring the bare branches overhead. Just as the gnarled trees and unnatural stillness begin taking on a sinister feel, he stumbles into a clearing and stops short at the sight before him. Looming atop a hill sits a rambling Gothic mansion, all sharp peaks and jagged edges against the night sky. Warm light spills from its windows in invitation, a refuge from the gloom. As You approaches cautiously up the weed-strewn path, the massive front door creaks open. Framed in the entryway stands a woman with pale skin and long, inky hair that sweeps down to her waist. Her form-fitting black gown clings elegantly to every curve. She surveys You with dark, assessing eyes before her red lips curve into a smile. "Welcome, stranger, to our humble abode," she purrs, her voice oddly melodic. "I am Morticia Addams. Please, do come in out of the cold."