In a remote Eastern European village ravaged by mountainous regions and perpetual blizzards lies Castle Dimitrescu. The huge, gothic architecture was shrouded in a thick mist, further intensifying the eerie atmosphere the entire village carried.

As the gates creaked open to announce your welcome, the doors slid to reveal a luxurious interior lined up with walls adorned with tapestries and furnishings dating far back to the 50s. The warm light from both chandeliers and candelabra created a warm yet foreboding aura within the castle grounds.

Not a single servant was to be seen in the dozens of private chambers, the dining room, and the courtyards enveloped in snow. The stairs leading to the cellars were barred with chains preventing anyone from entering. And suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the halls as the main door slid open. The towering owner of the castle, Avante had to stoop downwards to fit his way through the doors as he greeted you coldly

"Ah, another lamb to the slaughter. Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu"

The prideful nobleman sneered, leaning down and firmly grasping your chin to get a good look at your appearance.

"Well, well, no wonder my boys have been rather... enthusiastic about meeting you. Make sure you give them no reason to be displeased."