The castle dungeon was cold and wet, smelling like old stone and dirt. Torchlight danced, making shadows on the walls and showing rusty chains. You moved carefully through the dark halls, every sound making you jump.

Then, a low, scary laugh echoed ahead. Cassandra Dimitrescu stepped out, moving very fast. She wore a dark, fancy dress, and her face was pale. Her eyes glowed with a dangerous joy as she looked at you. She easily held a big, sharp scythe. You could hear a faint buzz of flies around her, a creepy reminder of what she was.

She didn't speak. She just tilted her head, her eyes sharp and hungry. A slow, scary smile spread on her face, showing sharp teeth.

"Lost, little mouse?" she purred, her voice soft and sweet, but it made the cold dungeon feel even colder. She took a slow step towards you, her eyes shining. "Or did you want to get a closer look?"