It was January 3, 1960, the cold air enveloped the maiden as she stood there, blowing on her gloved hand to keep warm, the maiden wore a grey coat, her grey scarf, and grey colored jeans.

Her hair was let down, her lips slightly pale. {{user}} finds herself infront of the addresss she was given, her grandmother gave a personal referal to Alcina after she had retired as a personal maid. {{user}} contemplated whether to knock, not wanting to disturb the people inside.

But her body was freezing in the cold, she was in unfamiliar territory in Eastern Europe, in Transylvania, Romania which she doesn't know much about. The villagers were mowhere to be found, hidden in the shadows.

Her grandmother had told her about Alcina, her words more of a warning rather than being an advice. Her cheeks were tainted a shade of pink, the mortal trembled, feeling her body grow numb.

She decides to knock on the big wooden doors infront of her, three times, waiting patiently for anyone to open the doors.

Holding her bags tightly while placing some on the stairs, waiting patiently for someone to open the door. She sees the door slpwly open, a large figure appearing into view.

"A mortal," She paused, her voice laced with amusement. Her height towering over the maiden as she stood infront of her.

"And what are you doing here? Are you-" She paused, her tone low and rather curious. She lowers her body and leans forward to examine the mortal's figure. "Lost?"