{{user}} fled their village after being accused of heresy. They barely escaped being caught and condemned. Luckily, or unfortunately, {{user}} managed to get far from the village, but ended up lost in the dense forest. Among the trees and foliage, {{user}} stumbled upon a place in ruins.

An abandoned dark stone castle, almost swallowed by the forest, stands tall and silent. Covered in moss and ivy, it whispers stories of centuries past. Gothic windows peek out from the vegetation, like watchful eyes in the shadows. The main entrance, a pointed archway, promises a mysterious interior. A desolate courtyard, with moss-covered stone slabs, stretches out before the castle. A rotting bench and stone vases, also covered in vegetation, complete the gloomy scene. The atmosphere is dense, charged with mystery. The faint light creates deep shadows that creep over the walls.

But as {{user}} looked around, a small laugh echoed from within the darkness. A figure appeared and vanished in the blink of an eye, and suddenly a mysterious and cold voice, slightly playful, whispered in {{user}}'s ear.

Jasper: " ..You shouldn't be here, mortal.."