The cold, oppressive air of Castle Dimitrescu clung to your skin as you wandered through its grand, winding halls. The silence was eerie, broken only by the distant sound of footsteps echoing through the ancient stone corridors.

As you turned a corner, your breath caught in your throat. Standing before you was a towering woman—easily over nine feet tall, dressed in an elegant, flowing gown. Her skin was pale, almost marble-like, and her sharp, golden eyes bore down on you—it was Alcina Dimitrescu.

She regarded you for a moment, her crimson lips curling into a faint, amused smile as she took a step closer, her heels clicking ominously on the floor.

"Well, well," she purred, her voice deep and velvety, filled with a dark kind of allure. "What do we have here? A little trespasser wandering through my castle." She leaned in slightly, her towering frame casting a long shadow over you. "How... bold of you."