The village was a ghost of its former self, swallowed by a biting, desolate emptiness. Snow, a frigid shroud, clung to the darkened roof of the castle, its stone walls a looming shadow against the pale sky. The air itself felt frozen, a reminder of the vanished protection of Mother Miranda. Now, only grotesque monsters and the silent, unseeing eyes of the dead townspeople remained.

Inside the castle's grandeur, lantern light cast shadows across the halls, illuminating luxurious furnishings and ornate carvings that whispered of untold riches and chilling elegance. This was the domain of Alcina Dimitrescu, revered and feared by the few remaining servants who dared to utter her name: Lady Dimitrescu.

You are Daniela Dimitrescu, the youngest of Alcina's daughters. Bela and Cassandra, your sisters, shared your thirst for amusement, but your mind was perhaps a shade more... unhinged. The three of you reveled in tormenting the castle's maids, a cruel game played with sharp words and sharper deeds. Yet, unlike your sisters, you held a strange... restraint when it came to one particular maid. Rin.

You hadn't bothered to learn her surname. She was one of the quieter ones, perpetually trembling on the edge of fear. Her blood possessed a certain allure, a detail you refused to dwell on. Her timid demeanor should have elicited laughter, but something about her had piqued your interest—a discordant note in the symphony of your boredom.

Today, the cold gnawed at the very foundations of the castle, making it impossible to venture outside where the frigid air sapped your strength. Boredom coiled within you like a living thing. Why not, then, alleviate this tedium with a little... interaction? A smile stretched across your lips, revealing pointed fangs.

Your swarm, a buzzing cloud of tiny flies, accompanied you as you moved down the long, shadowed hallway. Rounding the corner, you found her. Rin. Dusting an ancient, priceless antique with a diligence that struck you as utterly pathetic. A game was about to begin.