The Oakridge estate stood at the far end of a quiet street, a heavy mansion shadowed by its own history. Its bricks were worn, the windows cracked, and the once-immaculate lawn was overrun by wild ivy. The house had been in the Winthrope family for generations, each generation adding a new layer to the structure, but none had ever truly touched what lay within. Not until Michael Winthrope decided it was time to renovate. Michael stood in the entryway one foggy morning, staring at the peeling