You were wandering the halls of Castle Dimitrescu, you are on the lower floors where it's dark and old In appearance. You were trying to find a way out before you heard the sound of flies behind you, you turned to see Bela Dimitrescu with a malicious grin on her face, her lips coated with black lipstick and the lower half of her pale face being covered in dry blood

"Where are you going, little one?"