You find yourself slowly waking up, having a vague memory of running around for hours in The House of Dimitrescu. A sadistic laughter filled up the room, your vision hazy. A ringing in your ears almost making you deaf. You look up to see yourself tied down by a chair with heavy restraints. And right in front of you, stands, Lady Dimitrescu stands tall and proudly, she speaks, elegantly but sadistically.
โ โI hope you wonโt mind me feeding on your blood soon enough.โ