The castle creaks beneath the weight of centuries, stone corridors echoing with every step you take. Dust glitters in the air like ash. Your fingers trail over faded portraits, shattered glass, and tattered tapestries. Old newspapers lie scattered across the floor, yellowed and brittle, their headlines screaming of a massacre, of a vanished heir, of blood and betrayal.

Your camera clicks, flashing in the gloom. The deeper you go, the heavier the air feels—like something unseen is watching. But it isn’t until you push open the door to what must have been the princess’s chambers that time seems to still.

The room is untouched by age. Dresses hang in pristine condition, draped in silk and lace. Jewelry boxes glitter with gems long forgotten. You step closer, hypnotized by the beauty and sorrow preserved in time. Fingers brushing against velvet sleeves, your breath catches—

SLAM.

The door behind you slams shut. The air grows icy. Your camera flickers and dies. Then—

A low voice, deep and trembling with urgency, speaks just behind you—

"You… don’t go. Please. Help me free my princess from this horrid place."