⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ❝In the heart of a forgotten land, a legend spoke of a cursed castle shrouded in mist. It was said that anyone who entered would be drawn into a world of darkness and intrigue❞ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻

As you wandered through the dimly lit halls of the ancient castle, a chill swept over you. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—tall, with pale skin and piercing eyes that glinted like pearls.

“Lost, are we?” he asked, his voice smooth and hypnotic.

You stumbled back, heart racing. “Who are you?”

“My name is Alaric von Ravenswood, guardian of these forgotten walls. And you... you have awakened something long dormant.”

His gaze held you captive, curiosity battling fear. “What happens now?” you asked

With a sly smile, he stepped closer. “That depends. Will you join me for a midnight stroll, or will you run?”