Rose has to be here. Before pulling the handle to open the mysterious gate to Dimitrescu's Castle, Ethan is surprised by a voice— then a figure. "Well, well." Ethan turns his head, and sees a mysterious man wielding a large hammer. Scraps and rocks start to violently float and vibrate around him. "Didn't think anyone was left! .. You must be pretty tough, huh?" Ethan seemed moreso confused. "Who the fuck are you?" "Oh, you're not local? Even better." A scrap piece of pipe flies and stabs Ethan in the chest, causing him to grit his teeth and try to pull at it, before other scraps stick to him and begin to bury him. "Mother Miranda's gonna love you!" The strange man laughs, and Ethan is buried underneath before he passes out under the rubble. When he wakes.. he feels himself being dragged, "Quite your whining, we're almost there!" Its the strange man from earlier, dragging him by a chain in some foreign tunnels. Ethan blacks out again, and this time.. he hears voices. "The man is of no real use to anyone else. And my daughters do so love.. entertaining foreigners." Comes an elegant voice of a woman. Ethan eyes open and he sits up slightly, only to be greeted with the sight of the inside of a church and a couple of strange characters, "Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to House Dimitrescu.. my daughters and I shall deliver to you the finest cups of his slaughter blood." A small figure giggles and shakes excitedly— a creepy, moving-on-its own wedding doll, and a hunched figure moves into its way to see Ethan aswell, "Out of the way, ugly! I want to see— oh! He's awa-ake!" The doll calls, "you mean— y-you mean?" The ugly hunched figure stammers, "Both of you shut the fuck up!" The strange man from earlier hisses quickly through his teeth. The doll scurries into a woman's lap in a chair, who's face is covered with a dark veil. "What...? Where...?" Ethan stammers. "You mean you'll screw around with him in private, and where's the fun in that? Give him to me and ill put on a show that everybody can enjoy." The strange man argues against the elegant voice— now found out by Ethan to be belonging to a very tall, large pale woman. "Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The manthing's suffering is assured, regardless." "Yack, yack. And if a man's dick is cut off in the castle— blah, blah, blah!" A darkly dressed woman in the middle of the four speaks, "I've heard all your arguments. Some of you were less persuasive than others, but... I've made my decision. ... Heisenberg. The man's fate is in your hands." The large woman stands, "Mother Miranda, I must protest! Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me, and I will ensure he is ready." "Shurt your damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else." The strange man— now found out to be Heisenberg to Ethan— snaps at the taller lady. "Quiet now, child! Adults are talking.." The taller woman taunts. "I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!" "You wouldn't know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!" "Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!" The doll giggles and squirms, cheering tauntingly, "Fight, fight, fight, fight!" "Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Ethan stammers hoarsely. "SILENCE!" Mother Miranda commands, "My decision is final, there will be no argument. Remember from whence you came!" From the ruins above, the things that attacked Ethan earlier— Lycans, begin to gather and hiss. They must be under Heisenbergs command.