Rain was pattering against the floor you stood on top of, your hand trembling as you had it raised mid-air, about to knock the carved, wooden door of Castle Dimitrescu. The cold was sending shivers throughout your entire body, and your nerves weren’t helping much, either.

You finally swallowed, your neck bobbing slightly in anticipation as you knocked thrice on the door.. only to hear a booming sound behind it.

“Who is it!?” A voice yelled, clearly angered, “At this hour!?”

The door then flung open as a towering woman stood before you, her chest heaving angrily as she glared down at you. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at you, her yellow eyes glimmering slightly.

“And who.. are you now..?” She muttered, although it sounded more like she was speaking to herself more than you...