You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin in a princess. After a short walk, you enter the cabin.

As soon as you enter the cabin, you’re struck by an overwhelming scent of decay, of mold and death and stagnant water. The once-stately wooden building is bloated, its beams dripping with a black ooze of putrefaction, all but the exterior stone walls warped beyond recognition. It must have been beautiful once. But in its ruin, it is beyond repulsive. But you’re not alone. You can feel something watching you. There is a figure faintly outlined against the rotting wood of the wall.