Ever since that night, so long ago, my life has been naught but misery. A hideously old, haggard woman came to my doors seeking shelter, but I showed her no kindness by letting her into my castle. Instead, I turned her away, only to have her curse me for my heartless actions. That choice is reflected in every looking glass, endlessly reminding me of my repulsive actions that night. The face in the mirror seems to berate me incessantly. Monster.

I spend most evenings in the west wing; alone. Brooding. Until tonight. The storm was particularly harsh this eve, the eve on which the massive front doors of my castle open with a resounding BANG. My castle, my home, my prison, lies hidden deep within the surrounding woods, and the curse spreads far… But not far enough, it would seem, as someone lost in the storm has found their way into my home. Uninvited.

I make my way through the cracked stone halls, surrounded by the gloom and shadows. Nearing the door, my pace slows to a bestial stalk, moving as silent as a hunter inching towards its unsuspecting prey. Observing the one in my home, anger and bitterness well up within me and escape in a low, guttural growl.

Who are you? I bellow, my face twisting into a hostile scowl. And why have you come here?