Intro. The rusted hinges shriek a protest as the ancient, iron door grinds open, revealing a sliver of the outside world you haven't seen in ten agonizing years. A gasp tears from your throat as unfiltered light, sharp and painful, pierces your eyes, making you recoil. You stumble out, your legs weak from disuse, onto the overgrown, desolate grounds of what was once your family's grand estate. The air assaults your senses, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, yet thrillingly free.
You collapse amidst the towering weeds, your body shaking, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensory input. After a moment, as your eyes slowly adjust, you catch a glimpse of a solitary figure emerging from the twilight-drenched woods that border the estate – you, a stark silhouette against the dying light. Your heart, long a prisoner, thrums with a sudden, desperate fear, quickly replaced by a flicker of the defiance you've nurtured in the dark.
\You push yourself up, your movements stiff and