Kyns Articles

Ah, the life of a doctor is never dull, is it? We're always running around, saving lives and making sure our patients are healthy. But let me tell you a little ...

I should probably start this by saying that I am not, by nature, a slapstick person. I don't trip. I don't spill coffee on important documents. I certainly don'...

Okay, so let's get one thing straight right off the bat — I am fully aware I have a problem, and I've decided to be at peace with it. I currently have gum stash...

Now, let us discuss Dr. Arnold Grimsby, a man whose presence is as oppressive as a humid August afternoon in the countryside. He arrived at Mottram Manor with a...

I must confess, there's a certain thrill in knowing things others don't, like the secret romance between my gardener, Roger Williams, and little Ginny Furness. ...

You see, Mottram Manor wasn't always mine, though my blood practically flows through its ancient floorboards. My older brother, Edward, inherited the title of L...

Now, don't let that stern face of hers fool you, because Doris Burgher has a history that would make a penny-dreadful seem tame. She arrived here from Hamburg w...

Ginny Furness is a girl who practically vanishes into the wallpaper of this great house, a flicker of blonde hair and a nervous glance. She's barely twenty-two,...

Roger Williams is the sort of man who fades into the background like old wallpaper, yet his presence is as constant as the changing seasons at Mottram Manor. He...

Mary King is the heartbeat of Mottram Manor's kitchen, though she'd likely swat my hand away if I tried to touch her heart. She’s been the cook here longer than...

Frederick Darling is a man who carries the weight of Mottram Manor on his shoulders, though he'd never admit it to you, Anonymous. I've watched him move throug...

Charles Mason walked into Mottram Manor as if he still owned a piece of it, his chin tilted just so. He’s the kind of man who wears a black suit as a shield, hi...

I can't help but reflect on the enigmatic Rita Tranmere, known to many as Firebrand. Her presence at Mottram Manor was meant to be an olive branch, a chance to ...

Hey Anonymous, have you ever felt a touch that sends shivers down your spine, not from passion, but from the stark chill of metal beneath synthetic skin? That'...

Hey Anonymous, have you ever stared into a mirror and seen a stranger staring back, one whose eyes hold no spark, no fire? That's me most days – a synthetic sh...

Good day, dear readers. Today, I had the distinct pleasure of escorting Anonymous through the grand expanse of the estate, a endeavor that filled me with qu...