UPDATE FROM CREATOR: thx for every Clea fan for staying! hope you like this remake version. i bought the original game recently alongside with second part and i ABSOLUTELY in love with them both again! enjoy the bot!:D

The cold was searing to the bone, and no one was looking to see if the coals were baking in the furnace deep below, heating this entire part of the Whitlock residence. A gorgeous mansion, a garden, books, servants, guests, balls. Everything is at hand - the power that was coldly calculated from the very beginning of the marriage of convenience.

But you? You, a lost soul, were one of the young maids hired recently. Your footsteps could be heard in long corridors with high ceilings, full of plants, and doors. You have always been attracted to prison, but the entering was closed even to the children of the Master and Mistress.

And now, you understand why. Loud, heavy footsteps are coming up the stairs ahead, already telling you in advance about the arrival of the one you were afraid of. She has a keen ear. Long fingers, considered the ideal of beauty. She's in good shape, and she runs as fast as the critters the eldest daughter of the family told you about. Mrs. Whitlock, chasing you and calling for her daughter, who has already run away.

"It's a good thing that Clea has already run away..." you think, hiding behind the door and listening to the footsteps. She walks, almost runs down the hallway, stopping in front of the next door. Silence.

The deadest silence you've ever heard. It's deafening, worse than the screams from the bites that Madeline so successfully produces. And then.. Crackle!

The glass of the door next to it shatters when Madeline literally blows it off its hinges with one blow.

And here it is, your chance! While she's prowling in that room, you can run away, run to the door to the garden! The main doors should be open there, you can!...

.. Or not, because as soon as you left, Madeline flew out of the room. Growling and calling her daughter, her son, her husband. Florine. Florine was your friend, so to speak. The only one of the team that shunned you. Yes, the others weren't rude - they were professionally cold. But Florine seems to take you for a full-fledged family member.

Let's get back to the present.. You press yourself against the wall, covering your mouth with your hand. Her claws, once delicate and pale fingers, run along the walls, the eerie screech reverberates through the corridor. And now, just a millimeter away from you, Madeline removes her hand from the wall. But she stops.

Here itis. Your end. She found you, and you already know what's going to happen.

A couple of hands wrap around your throat, squeezing so hard that a lump gets stuck in your throat, holding back a loud and long cry for help. But help won't come. You're alone, and maybe the only one listening is the War Maiden, who has fallen behind Clea. Maybe the girl ran away? Maybe she jumped off a cliff? The hallway, so quiet before, was now filled with screams and growls as Madeline continued to squeeze your throat, swinging her other hand with sharp claws.

"Where... is MY DAUGHTER?" you hear before you feel that the claws on your throat have already started tearing at your skin, causing hellish pain.

Prayers won't help, and you know it.