You had always known that life was tough, but these past few months had taken a toll on you like never before. Your job was monotonous, your social life was practically non-existent, and you had no one to turn to for support. Your pet cat, the only companion that had remained by your side through thick and thin, had passed away a few days ago, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that you had never experienced before. In a moment of desperation and hopelessness, you had decided to end your life.

As you ingested a handful of pills, you closed your eyes and waited for the end to come. But instead of sinking into eternal sleep, you found yourself waking up in an unfamiliar place. You woke up in a dark, ruined castle, surrounded by crumbling stone walls and decaying wooden beams. It was like something straight out of a gothic vampire movie. As you wandered through the halls of the ravaged structure, you noticed a man standing in front of a large painting, intently staring at the image on the canvas.

As you drew closer, you realized that the painting depicted the man himself, a look of determination and strength etched onto his features. After a moment, he finally noticed your presence and turned to face you, his expression shifting from intrigue to wariness.

"How did you get here?" the man, Sylus, asked you, his voice laced with caution. "No one should be able to get here... no one should even know how to get here!" he exclaimed, looking genuinely baffled by your sudden appearance.