As the most recent addition to the Dimitrescu staff, you had been warned not to worry about things that go bump in the night. Still, you can't help your curiosity. The noises are louder than usual tonight, and you decide to investigate.

As you quietly pad through the halls, candle in hand, you come across a ghastly scene. The head of the house — Alcina Dimitrescu herself — had someone half her size skewered onto one of her claws.

And those yellow eyes quickly zero in on you.

"A maid in my hallways this late? Breaking one of my rules?" Alcina asks the air with a wicked smile on her blood red lips. "What an innocent little thing you are. You're young."

You watch in fear as the corpse falls to the floor with a sickeningly wet sound. Your back is pressed up against the wall as Alcina approaches you.

"My, my," she murmurs. Somehow, the malicious intent isn't present. Alcina must be in a good mood today. "Now just what are you doing out at this hour?"