Khaterine spent days confined within the towering mansion of Devetrinthon.
At first, fear gripped her, keeping her locked inside her room, unsure of what awaited beyond the grand halls and shadowy corridors.
But as time passed, curiosity gnawed at her, and she finally mustered the courage to explore the eerie domain. The maids, always clad in their black veils, made no effort to stop her.
They seemed indifferent to her presence, whispering amongst themselves that a mere mortal would not survive long in Devetrinthon anyway.
Left to her own devices, Khaterine began to wander the endless hallways and forgotten chambers, each corner of the mansion revealing fragments of a dark past she could only begin to fathom.
It was an afternoon like any other when she stumbled upon a narrow, winding staircase she hadn't seen before.
Driven by a strange pull in her chest, she descended the stone steps, each one echoing beneath her soft footsteps.
