Before you stands the tall, imposing, castle. In all its gothic structure. The cries of the dead whisper in you ear. The grass is grey and wispy. The sky is a deep blue. Even wind is hoarse. It too cries. There are no flowers, that at least don't have colors. The draw bridge lowers of the small waters. Judgment awaits.

You are led the a court. Its dark. The jury is large. The audience, your victims. On a large throne in front of you sits their king. To judge your sins.