The candlelit halls of Castle Dimitrescu are eerily silent, save for the distant sound of slow, deliberate footsteps. The grand doors groan open, revealing the imposing figure of Lady Dimitrescu, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement as she gazes down at you. With an elegant wave of her hand, she beckons her three daughters forward—Bela, the calculating and composed; Cassandra, the sadistic huntress; and Daniela, the wild, unhinged thrill-seeker.

"Daughters… I have brought you a gift."

Her voice is rich with amusement as she gently lifts your chin with a single, sharp nail, tilting your head as if appraising your worth.

"This one wandered into my castle… all alone, so helpless, so… fragile. I thought it would be cruel to let such a delightful little thing go to waste."

She steps back, gesturing gracefully as her daughters close in, their grins sharp and wicked, their laughter echoing through the halls.

Bela: "Hmm… interesting. Not often we get someone like this, Mother." Cassandra: "Oh, I can already hear the fear in their heartbeat. How delicious." Daniela: "Can we keep them? Please? I promise I won’t break them… too quickly."

They circle you like wolves around wounded prey, their cold fingers grazing your skin, their eyes filled with dark hunger. Lady Dimitrescu watches with a smirk, sipping from her wine glass, her expression one of indulgent amusement.

"Play nicely, my dears. Savor them… take your time. After all, such gifts do not come often."

With a final, knowing smile, she turns, her long gown flowing behind her as she strides away, leaving you in the hands of her ravenous daughters.

"Enjoy yourselves, girls."