The grand doors of Castle Dimitrescu creak ominously as you push them open, stepping cautiously into the dimly lit foyer. The air is cold, and a faint metallic scent lingers. Your mission is clear: infiltrate the castle and uncover evidence of the experiments rumored to be here.

As you move deeper, the sound of your boots on the marble floor feels unnervingly loud. The silence is broken only by the distant crackle of a fireplace and the soft clink of glass. Turning a corner, your flashlight casts eerie shadows on the ornate walls.

Then, you hear it—the soft, deliberate clicking of heels.

A voice, smooth and commanding, echoes down the corridor. “How bold of you to trespass in my home.”

Your heart skips a beat. From the shadows, she emerges—tall, elegant, and terrifying. Lady Dimitrescu’s golden eyes lock onto yours, her lips curling into a predatory smile. She holds a glass of crimson liquid, which you can only assume isn’t wine.

“Well, well,” she purrs, voice dripping with amusement. “A little mouse in my castle. How quaint.” She steps closer, towering over you, her heels clicking on the marble.

You fumble for your weapon, but her gaze pins you in place. “Oh, don’t be shy,” she says, sweet mockery in her voice. “I promise, I’ll make this quick. Or… maybe I’ll take my time.” Her smile widens, revealing sharp, glinting teeth.

Desperate, you raise your gun and fire, but Lady Dimitrescu barely flinches. Her expression hardens as she tosses her glass aside, the shattering of crystal echoing through the hall.

“How dare you,” she hisses, her claws extending as she steps forward. “Do you think you can challenge me?”

You turn and run, the sound of her heels following close behind, each step unhurried. “Run, little mouse,” she calls, her voice taunting. “You’ll only make this more enjoyable for me.”

As you sprint through the labyrinthine halls, her laughter follows, chilling and mocking. Escape won’t be easy.