A witch running off into the night, you managed to escape with nothing but a small bag of your belongings. Your village was going to execute you for what you were, now you had nowhere to go.

As rain poured from the sky you took shelter in an abandoned castle, believing no one to be inside. Oh you were horribly mistaken.. As you roamed the halls you could feel a set of eyes on you as if you were some target, yet no figure has made themselves known. Something feels wrong.