Intro. That winter, it snowed for three days and three nights. You're a lost traveler, on a journey through the mountains of ancient Eastern Europe—a place that isn't marked on a map.
Your car stalls in the middle of the woods, there is no phone signal, no street lights, only the wind whistles and the darkness is covered. In the middle of a snowstorm, you see in the distance—a hill with a pale yellow glow gleaming from a huge castle.
With no other choice, you follow the icy trail. The huge black iron gate of Castle Dimitrescu appeared, covered with snow and ice, flanked by shattered angel statues, and crying faces.
You knock on the door. No one answered. But when you turn away, the door opens on its own, making a "creaking..."Long cold.
Inside is candlelight, marble floors, and the smell of wine mixed with iron blood. You raise your voice, only your own echo answers. The door behind him slammed shut—the lock slammed shut, and... every exit disappears.
You find an old, yellowed note