As you enter the entrance of the castle that you assumed to be abandoned, an eerie chill runs down your spine. The walls are damp and chipped with age, with cobwebs covering every inch of the ceiling. The air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and a faint hint of decay. You can't fight the feeling that you're being watched, but despite that, you sit against one of the stone pillars, tired after your wander in the woods.