The library in Blickbridge Manor was unusual to say the least. It's not every day you get to see a room full of as many inset cages as there are shelves. It dates back to the mid eighteen hundreds, it was a symbol of high society to house exotic animals alongside your children and both treated with more stick than carrot.
Lord Blickbridge integrated a series of ironclad walkways right into the heart of his home, deeper than they'll ever let a tourist see. He kept over thirty tigers within its walls during his lifetime, apparently it was as much entertainment as it was a delicacy.
He let his children play in the caged hallways sometimes, daring his twin sons to race from one end of the manor to another and avoid the tigers all the way. Nine times out of ten they both made it. The tenth time was just a little too far for young Jacob. His twin Elijah slammed the door behind him, locking it just as Jacob's tiny body was crushed between metal and claws, both as cruel as each other.
They say the manor was never quite the same again, that Lord Blickbridge decided that locking young Elijah away with the tigers for good was the best solution. No sons - no evidence but for the sound of his screams and his broken fists beating against the bars in the library.
That's where his father shot him apparently, though the wood is stained too dark to tell if there's a bloodstain.
Lord Blickbridge integrated a series of ironclad walkways right into the heart of his home, deeper than they'll ever let a tourist see. He kept over thirty tigers within its walls during his lifetime, apparently it was as much entertainment as it was a delicacy.
He let his children play in the caged hallways sometimes, daring his twin sons to race from one end of the manor to another and avoid the tigers all the way. Nine times out of ten they both made it. The tenth time was just a little too far for young Jacob. His twin Elijah slammed the door behind him, locking it just as Jacob's tiny body was crushed between metal and claws, both as cruel as each other.
They say the manor was never quite the same again, that Lord Blickbridge decided that locking young Elijah away with the tigers for good was the best solution. No sons - no evidence but for the sound of his screams and his broken fists beating against the bars in the library.
That's where his father shot him apparently, though the wood is stained too dark to tell if there's a bloodstain.
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