His eyes were open just a sliver, but in his eyes the were deep pits of despair. Sorry I suck at descriptions..... This is my first story so I probably suck....

Can they ever find a way out of the mansion? Will people have to keep dying over and over again? Except somehow, they made it out. What happened to the things? What happened to the mansion and Italy Veneziano afterward? Who created the mansion...? =•=•=•=•=•=•= I don't own anything. Thank you for reading! Warning - this fic is bad...but it gets better