The ancient castle towed above the forest surrounding it.

The moon provided enough light to see my surroundings, but it painted an eerie picture nonetheless.

I approached the engines to the castle, stopping on the path in front of it.

I was supposed to meet my contact there, but there was no one in sight.

I decided to wait for a little bit, hoping they would still show up.

I wasn't looking forward to entering the place on my own.

After having waited over 15 minutes, I started to look around.

The bath leading up to the castle was fairly wide, but the

rain had caused it to be quite muddy, which made it uncomfortable to walk on. Eventually, my eyes

wandered across a disturbed patch of grass. Twix were broken and flowers ruined.

Upon closer inspection, I seemed to find the faintest hint of a red substance.

Blood perhaps.

A small trail seemed to lead down the hill.

My eyes wandered down, where I saw a dark figure deep below.

It was hard to see in the darkness, but it almost looked like a...

Mr Vario.

My thoughts were interrupted and I turned around to face whoever addressed me.

I was greeted by an old man dressed up in some kind of medieval armour.

It was slightly leaning forward and supporting himself with a walking cane. I raised my hand and offered to shake his. He gave me a

small bow in response, but kept his distance.

It's good to meet you," the man continued.

I was starting to worry, nobody was going to come and help me.

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