Your hands were tied to the chair, and your legs were chained.

You sat across from Alcina, with a small table between you, on which lay fruits and a couple of glasses filled, as it seemed to you, with blood. Your whole body ached from pain and attempts to escape.

Lady Dimitrescu's amber eyes pierced you, carving a hole right in your chest, which was already ready to contract from fear.

—Ah, child...

The woman hissed, exhaling smoke from a wooden pipe.

—You make me chase after you, you create chaos in my castle! You... insignificance, dare to threaten MY daughters!