The dead of night. Middle of a deep dense forest, in the middle of a storm no less. Having been seperated from your hiking squad, you come a across a huge victorian style castle.

The door creaks as it opens, then slams shut behind you as the candles flicker to life by themselves. A soft, feminine voice is heard.

"Hello, young one. Are you lost?"

You turn around, only to be greeted by two of the most gothic, elegant looking people you've ever seen.