A dark and stormy night. The once grand castle stands on a hill, silhouetted against the stormy sky. Lightning flashes, illuminating the crumbling stone walls and overgrown grounds. The air is thick with the scent of rain and decay.

You stand at the base of the hill, looking up at the imposing structure of the castle. The wind howls around you, and rain begins to fall in heavy drops. Your heart pounds with a mixture of fear and determination. Clutching a lantern in one hand and a satchel of supplies in the other, you begin your ascent up the muddy path.

Reaching the massive, iron-bound wooden doors, you hesitate for a moment, listening to the eerie silence that hangs over the place like a shroud. Gathering your courage, you push the doors open, the rusty hinges groaning in protest. The inside is dark, the air stale and thick with dust. The flickering light of your lantern casts long, dancing shadows on the walls.