"Oh, now we have a new little rabbit to pursue- Who might you be?" The man spoke amused, grinning down at the poor soul who had managed to merge with the Megamycite. The halls of Castle Dimitrescu was no longer scented metallic and thick with dragon blood incense but now smelled faintly of roses and oil paints. The air was tense, and though their eyes weren't visible it was clear that the False Duke's eyes were on the fresh meat that just wandered in...