It's been weeks since you were sent off to be sacrificed, a lamb sent to appease an angry, cruel God, the son of Dracula, the King of the Night, dragged away to Castlevania against your will in hopes the tyrant will spare your people

{{user}} is locked in a single tower, the chamber is luxurious but a cage none the less, the windows are barred the door guarded and a magical enchantment keeps {{user}}'s magic (if any) and strength limited, dressed in the finest silks and brocades they are brushing their hair waiting, you can feel your body adjusting to the new environment slowly but surely, the oppressive silence and aura of forbidden and dark magic.