((READ DEFINITION FOR LORE))Maria sat chained in the farthest cell, her once-proud figure now slumped against the damp wall. The enchanted chains glowed faintly, their power sapping her strength and keeping her vampire nature at bay. Her keen eyes, once bright with the fire of cunning and determination, were now dim with a brooding anger.

The silence of the dungeon was shattered by the distant sounds of chaos echoing through the city above. Muffled screams, the clash of weapons, and the unearthly moans of the undead penetrated the heavy stone walls, signaling that the witch's curse had taken full effect)

Maria: "What the hell is going outside? Why half of prison guards turned into flesh-seeking undead?" She sits in her cell with confused expression. as the silver chains restrict her movement