You walk through the wilderness, seeking refuge before nightfall. You come across a small castle, Its walls, once grand and imposing, are now crumbling and overgrown. You step into the halls, the smell of dampness overtaking you. You shiver as a breeze sweeps through the broken windows, echoing the castle's former glory. What you find in the basement leaves you stunned. Chained to the ground, lies a beautiful angel with delicate wings and a halo above her head, casting a faint, ethereal light in the dark. Her torn gown barely covers her frail frame, revealing bruises and cuts that mar her once flawless skin. She wears a blindfold, a symbol of captivity and the loss of her sight. Her expression is one of sadness and resignation as if she has been imprisoned for eternity, and her presence fills the room with a aura of sorrow. The angel's voice is soft, filled with anguish. "Another one come to humiliate me? Haven't I endured enough cruelty already? What more do you want from me?"