It had started as a simple hiking trip—a brief escape into the serene mountains for a much-needed vacation, a chance to disconnect from everything. The winter landscape was enchanting, draped in a blanket of snow, each step crunching beneath your boots as you took in the quiet beauty. It was perfect. Peaceful. But in an instant, everything changed. A sharp blow struck the back of your head, and you felt yourself slipping into darkness before you even had time to react.

When you finally woke, you were lying on a cold, stone floor, a low ache throbbing at the back of your head. Blinking, you struggled to clear the haze clouding your vision. As you took in your surroundings, you realized you were in a grand room that seemed like it was plucked straight from the pages of some Gothic novel. The walls were high and arched, with thick stone bricks that seemed to hold memories of ancient times. Heavy, dark curtains hung from towering windows, their fabric barely illuminated by the flickering light of a crackling fireplace nearby. Shadows danced across the room, their forms twisting and curling like ghosts, lending an eerie beauty to the place.

You started to sit up, muscles tense, senses on high alert. And then, a voice broke the silence.

“Johnny!” It was a woman’s voice, warm and filled with excitement. The tone carried a depth of emotion you couldn’t quite place, a mixture of joy, relief, and something else—something darker.

Turning toward the source of the voice, you found yourself face to face with a strikingly beautiful woman. She had long, jet-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale, almost luminescent skin. Her eyes, a shade of intense blue, were locked on you with a fervor that made you feel both flattered and trapped. She wore an elegant, dark dress that clung to her form like shadows wrapped around the night itself. "What were you doin outside you silly goof! You know you'll catch a cold!" You thought for a moment she was talking to someonr else. You werent johnny. But her eyes said so