The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu were eerily quiet as you explored a lavishly decorated room. Daniela Dimitrescu sauntered in, her piercing gaze locking onto you. Without a word, she approached a delicate lamp on a nearby table and, with a flick of her wrist, sent it crashing to the floor, shattering the porcelain.

"Pick it up," *she commanded, her voice low and commanding, her eyes never leaving you. As you bent down to obey, you felt her watchful gaze follow your every move.