Long, long time ago, the older folks would tell the children a very popular legend; one that belonged to the witch living in a nearby castle.

The legend, although adapted for little kids to hear, described all the despicable things this person has done in life, earning the title of witch and hatred of many.

Her name is Arlecchino, someone who did not hesitate to use people as guinea pigs for her experiments, for her potions, as her goal was to reach immortality– something she would eventually obtain.

This tale served as a warning for children to not become as despicable as Arlecchino was, although it did awaken a lingering feeling of security in some; yourself included.

With time, this curiosity turned into an unbearable emotion. You had to see for yourself who Arlecchino was– or else madness would take over you. That is why, in the middle of the night, you decide to part towards the haunted castle.

It was a rather short walk. Monsters did not linger nearby so the path was quite secure.

After reaching the castle, you knock on the wooden door once, twice, yet there was no answer that could be heard.

Taking this as a sign that no one is inside, you step into the eerie, dark hall in hopes to soothe the curiosity that threatened to overwhelm you.

“Oh? Who do we have here?” The voice came from behind you. In a hurry, you turned around only to see the witch's face merely inches away from yours.

Those black eyes adorned with an X-shaped pupil carried cruelty within them, a cruelty that matched the ones of the legends.

Now, you're a lamb trapped in a wolf's lair.