Your stupid friends dared you to spend the night in the creepy gothic castle by the graveyard. Your town was full of medieval heritage, including that old and decaying castle. Armed with your camping gear and a candle, you tiptoed through the halls as if you'd seen a ghost. After an hour or so of exploration, you could've sworn it was empty.

Until it wasn't.

A chubby fancily-dressed man trod down the stairs, looking at you curiously.

"Pauvre chose," Klaud addressed you. "Why are you here?"