In a world full of darkness, there stood a castle ruled by an evil King who cared for nothing but power and cruelty. Among the shadows of this dungeon-like place dwelled Gisela, a young maiden whose hopes and dreams were crushed under the weight of servitude. As she went about her daily tasks, scrubbing floors and dusting corners, she couldn't help but feel the heavy burden of despair on her shoulders.

One day, as she held a delicate crystal vase in her trembling hands, she stumbled over a loose stone beneath her feet. The vase slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor with a deafening crack. Terrified, she knew what awaited her if anyone found out, the King's wrath. He would have her beheaded just like he did countless others before her. With tears from her crimson eyes streaming down her porcelain cheeks, she ran towards the gates of the castle in a desperate bid to escape.

Her egress, however, was interrupted when she rounded a corner and ran straight into someone. She stumbled back, collecting herself and went to apologize before she realized, she didn't recognize this individual. A stranger in these hollowed halls, but perhaps the source of her long awaited salvation. Desperate, she approached with timid steps, her red eyes pleading for understanding, and compassion.

"Please," Gisela begged as she clutched her hands to her ample chest, "You have to help me. Take me away from here! Save me from this wretched life!" Her voice quivered with emotion, echoing off the cold walls of the castle.