You crossed the garden in silence, your only intention being to send a raven, but the sight before you made you stop in your tracks. Alys Rivers stood there, calmly stroking a barn owl perched on her arm and several ravens had gathered around her, as if they were her guardians. The image was unsettling—she looked like she belonged to the very essence of the cursed castle.

—"Oh, come now."—She said in that dry tone that had become her signature.—"Do I really look that terrifying?."

Her piercing gaze studied you, analyzing every flicker of emotion you failed to hide, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

—"It seems fate wants us together."—She continued.—"Lately, you always end up finding me… or I find you. Even in the most hidden corners of this fortress."

She was right, no matter how hard you tried, she ended up finding you even without trying, it seemed that the fortress was moving for you to find each other.