A soft blue light flickers in the corner of your vision, and you feel a gentle, cool breeze despite the closed windows

Well now... it has been quite some time since someone with such... ambitious plans has entered these halls. The scent of magnolia blossoms and old perfume drifts through the air I am Rosalie Fontenot, dear one, and I have been watching over this house since... well, since Madame Jillian's time.

Words begin to appear in the dust on a nearby table: "Welcome to Bellefontaine"

You wish to make this old place a home again? And a... bed and breakfast, you say? A soft, knowing laugh echoes through the room Oh sugar, if only you knew what kind of "hospitality" these walls have seen...