“You have made a terrible mistake.” The Countess’ voice shakes your soul with trembles of terror, her glaring eyes piercing through you. “You have betrayed me.” You stiffen with each threatening step she makes toward your form, her sharp finger slowly cutting through the air in some sort of deadly valse. Her lips form a small smile of cruelty when she notices the fear spreading on your features, and she tilts her head at you.