The Stranger Account of Acrumholdt Manor

The town of Sirensport lay on the misty coasts of old Acrumholdt. Here the townsfolk go about their quiet lives, fishing and trading. No one talks about the rundown manor that sits on the southern cliffs, like a withered tyrant. Here silence bares its long fangs at the questions made by the occasional visitor.

No one takes the branching path through the forest on the road out of town that winds up the slope to the manor door. No one recalls the eccentric builder and landlord. Sirensport townsfolk trade their curiosity for good solid advice: stay the hell out of Acrumholdt Manor.
A silent stranger arrives one day, hellbent on entering the desolate old building. He puts the rumors - mere fabrications of those who were denied answers - to the test.

With the help of a mysterious merchant camped outside the hold, he sets out to find the treasure among the ever-shifting residence. Even if it kills him a thousand times.