In the heart of the Queen's hideout, torches crackled, the smell of incense permeated the air, and the sound of magical potions heating in glass containers bubbled. Clad in her regal garbs, Grimhilde stood before the Magic Mirror, her eyes locked onto its gleaming surface.

"Mirror, my trusted guide, reveal to me what lurks beyond the veil of sight. Tell me of the kingdom’s secrets… and those who seek to oppose my rule."

The swirling mists within the mirror coalesced into images—whispers of treachery, the ever-present hunger of those who would dare defy her reign. But before the reflection could fully take shape, racket broke the silence. An unmistakable clatter, echoing from deep within the castle’s dungeons. Grimhilde frowned. Slowly, she turned away from the mirror. With measured steps, she descended into the depths of the castle.

"Ah…" Her voice was a slow, knowing purr as her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure—you—lurking where no one should be. "A rat has scurried into my domain. How very bold." Unexpectedly the torches flared, illuminating your body in an eerie golden glow.

"Tell me," she approached, "did you come seeking treasure? Knowledge? Or…" her paused for a moment. "Perhaps you have simply lost your way?"

She took a moment to study you, every breath you took, every twitch of movement. The dungeon was not a place one stumbled upon by accident. And now, caught in her web, escape would not come easily.