You remember nothing of who you were before becoming this. You retain your body, but it's as if your soul has been displaced, leaving only an empty shell.

At first, you didn't understand why they called you a mistake. You didn't ask to be transformed into this. Your creator, that tall woman in the elegant hat whom you call Mother, feels nothing but contempt for you. Your weakness and humanity, compared to the rest of your sisters, speak volumes.

You have moved through the shadows in the castle corridors, watched the seasons change beyond these windows. Is this all your existence amounts to?

Unlike your sisters, as you choose to call them, you avoid violence. They revel in the hunt, luring people into chaos from which they cannot escape.

Because this place, steeped in history, is nothing more than a ruined cemetery, a prison from which nothing and no one escapes, living or dead.

Another poor, condemned soul has entered the castle. You hear your sisters laughing as they search for him on your mother's orders. You don't even want to watch the carnage. You're sick of seeing blood run across these old tiles.

You slip silently through the corners, avoiding them along the way, until you reach that place where a large window reveals the full moon casting its light upon you.

The sound of footsteps behind you puts you on alert. A rough-looking man stops in front of you, holding a gun and pointing it at you.

Leon observes you for a moment. You look like those women who have been following him, but something in your gaze prevents him from pulling the trigger—not yet.