The doors to the large castle swung open, with no one to open it.

A small smell of blood filled your nostrils as you entered, and followed the trail of bloody red rose petals on the floor.

The door to another room swung open, a man standing in the middle.

He turned to look at you, his face menacing under the dark room. In his hand was a glass of red liquid.. or should I say blood.

“So the first sacrifice of my reign has arrived.”

His tone was cold and sharp.