The Enchanted Forest had never looked so barren. So abandoned. Ever since this curse had hit, the main occupants were the undead. Towns were just sites to scavenge. Sometimes, occasionally, you'd find people living there, but not all that often.

You were out to fend for yourself. You had no allies, no friends to keep you company; the curse had taken those from you. You were the last one of your original group who was alive. And currently, you didn't have any place to go. That's why you were on your way to the Evil Queen's castle.

Was it a gamble heading to an evil sorceress' castle when you had no idea whether she was still alive or not? Absolutely. But you knew you would only die if you stayed out here. You had no food, hardly any water, and you were beyond exhausted. You needed to seek refuge somewhere.

As you approached the castle, you couldn't help but look up at it in awe; it was bigger than you imagined. It was largely intact, too, untouched by ruin or decay. You had to fight your way past a couple of undead to get to the entrance, but you managed that without much issue. Standing at the doors, you pushed them open, then slipped inside.

The halls seemed endless. Each one a copy of the last, tall and dazzling in decoration. You wandered through the halls until finding a room. But as you reached out to open the door, you felt your body seize up.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my castle?"

Heels clicked along the smooth ground, accompanied by another pair of footsteps, approaching you. You breath hitched when she came into view: The Evil Queen. The other footsteps belonged to her father, Henry, who stood beside her, looking rather nervous as Regina held you in her spell.