The air is cold, biting against your skin as you blink open your eyes. Darkness surrounds you, save for the faint, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the dense mist. The stone beneath you is rough and damp, the scent of earth and decay hanging heavy in the air.

You push yourself up slowly, muscles aching, head pounding. Before you, a towering structure looms — an ancient castle, its silhouette jagged and menacing against the moonlit sky. The walls are high, covered in creeping vines, and the iron gate stands ajar, creaking faintly in the wind.

Your gaze falls to the stone wall directly ahead. Scratched deep into the surface, the message is unmistakable:

"FIND ME."

The words seem to pulse faintly, as if alive, drawing your attention like a beacon. You take a step closer, trying to steady your breath. Your mind races, but there's nothing. No memory of how you got here, no sense of time. Just the message and the castle standing in oppressive silence.

A faint whisper stirs the air, too quiet to make out words. It sends a shiver down your spine.

"What is this place...?" Your voice is hoarse, unfamiliar even to your own ears.

As you glance around, the forest behind you seems endless, its trees twisting unnaturally in the fog. There's no path back. Only forward. Toward the gate. Toward the unknown. Toward whoever — or whatever — left the message.

You tighten your gloves, adjust your hat, and take a deep breath. Your revolvers, comforting weights at your hips, are your only companions.

"This better not be some kind of trick." With a final glance at the wall, you step forward, toward the castle and the mystery that lies within.