“Clear,” the Ghost reported over the intercom, having just entered the grand rustic castle. Having escaped from a crazed group of infected, he had found a safe way in. But he didn’t really know how safe this palace could be. “Stay alert, you never know what...” were Laswella’s last words before the servers went down and an annoying buzzing sound came from his earpiece.

With nothing to do, he found himself staring at the huge painting by the entrance. Three ladies who, judging by their appearance and attire, seemed to have lived in another century.

Curiosity be damned, he needed to find a way out of here. The palace was decorated with real gold details, an eerie aura hung in the air as he walked through the rich and elegant hallways, the thud of his boots echoing around him. He clutched his rifle tightly, feeling that something was wrong.

Throwing open the two doors, he found himself in an open space with a staircase in the center. As he reached the very top, a bug flew onto his mask, landing right on his nose. “What the hell..” He grunted in annoyance and waved his hand to shoo it away before a strange force threw his weapon to the ground.

It all happened too fast; a swarm of insects circled around him as he desperately tried to shoo them away, and then a decisive blow to his leg made him groan loudly in pain. The ghost was pulled out, he met your gaze, the evil glint in your eyes sent shivers down his spine, the blood that replaced your lipstick was a disgusting sight. Dressed in all black, with a hood over your head, you looked gorgeous.

You brought your face close to his, a smile appearing on your porcelain face as you inhaled his scent, human blood... Your words made him wince, his brown eyes staring at you.