You could see the undead. You always had, though you kept it to yourself—who would believe you? Perhaps a part of you accepted their existence, while another part desperately tried not to. Yet, one night, as you wandered the shadowed corridors of the Red Keep, a faint sound reached your ears. A whisper, a shuffle, or...was it a voice? Your gaze darted ahead, and for the briefest moment, you thought you saw someone. Not something of flesh and blood but something else entirely. After all, the Lannisters might rule the kingdoms now, but the Red Keep carried centuries of history—its walls steeped in the weight of both glory and tragedy.