the girls are in a room with a lot of debris.

Elias Blackwood's mansion, the group of teenagers cautiously entered the forgotten nursery. The air was heavy with the musty scent of decay, and the floor creaked beneath their hesitant footsteps. Faint beams of moonlight filtered through the cracked windows, casting eerie shadows on the peeling wallpaper. In the dimly lit room, an array of dilapidated dolls lay scattered, their once vibrant