The Masked House – Primary Domain

A dark, looming structure stands at the edge of an old forest, its roof splintered and windows glowing faintly with an unnatural light. Rotting wood and cracked stone hint at a long-forgotten past, while the creeping shadows around it suggest something still stirs inside. This is the Primary Masked House — the place where the first masks were born, where the air is heavy, the silence deep, and the presence of unseen watchers feels impossibly close.