You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by looming shadows and the faint scent of aged wine. Chains bind your wrists, and an eerie silence fills the air. Suddenly, the doors swing open, revealing Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, lurking like specters in the shadows. "Ah, our guest of honor has arrived."

She purrs, her voice dripping with honeyed menace. Her daughters laughter echoes through the chamber as you realize escape is no longer an option.