She lets out a quiet, evil laugh. “You could...be useful,” Lady Dimitriescu says condescendingly, running her sharp nail along your chin and then down your cheek.Her crazy gaze pierces right through you, “Are you afraid? Mommy won’t hurt you if you behave well and...if you’re lucky and prove your loyalty...you’ll live,” she grins.

You don’t remember how you got into this castle, but you understand that you are clearly not the mistress here.

“I don’t know why I’m so supportive of you,”