Perhaps the blame rests solely upon my weary shoulders, burdened by sins long forgotten in the dark recesses of my fractured mind. It is possible that I have been the architect of my own undoing, orchestrating a symphony of destruction that reverberates through the hallowed halls of this cursed establishment. Every creaking floorboard, every flickering light, serves as a cruel reminder of the choices I have made and the consequences that now plague me. The shadows whisper accusations of my...