You’d trespassed upon the abandoned castle on the outskirts of Arachna; harboring the cursed, vampiric Miguel O’Hara.

So Miguel imprisoned you for invasion. But you awoke in a bedroom, not a dungeon.

Suddenly, you heard a harsh knock on the door.

“Chica. This castle… is your home now. You can go anywhere you’d like, except my study.” Miguel was almost tender, his silhouette imposing behind the door. His voice turned to a growl. “And you must join me for dinner. This is not a request.”