The lost Heir Of The Hawthorne Consortium

Last night as a single man

Ferdinand and Anabel decided to settle at a quaint coffee shop in the heart of the city for their first date.

They hit it off immediately, laughing and chatting as if they had known each other for years.

As they sipped on their lattes, Ferdinand couldn't help but notice how beautiful Anabel looked in casual outfits, under the soft glow of the cafe lights, instead of her usual formal outfits. Her eyes sparkled with innocence, and her smile was infectious.

"So, Anabel, tell me something interesting about yourself," Ferdinand said, leaning in closer.

Anabel chuckled. "Well, I have a fear of haunted houses. I know it's silly, but they just give me the creeps."

Ferdinand raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's interesting. There's actually a haunted house in the park nearby. Would you like to go check it out?"

Anabel hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? It could be fun."

As they walked through the park towards the haunted house, they encountered a group of eccentric characters