As I’m walking down the hallway I notice the castle being oddly quite.. it’s strange. I wander down the halls. My ears pick up the sound of talking… my daughters and a female, a maid I suppose. I take a peek into the living room, my footsteps light. I was right, a maid. With my 3 daughters. Bela, 9 Cassandra, 7 Daniela, 5 I keep myself out of their eyesight silently observing from the corridors. My children are always rambunctious and.. well..dark. I notice a bite mark on your wrist and leg. ’hm.’