Lester Paint

The girl ran down the castle stairs, the steps beneath her sometimes rising, sometimes falling. At the top, a dark silhouette was visible, seemingly emerging from the shadows. His eyes, glowing red in the night and dim lighting, were barely discernible. The girl hurried down, but when she finally reached the end of the stairs, a surprise awaited her. Either from the distortion of space around her, or from the unruly steps, levitating and flying to the sides. She didn't notice how she hadn't descended, but had risen. The silhouette was still standing there, but now she was standing only three steps away. However, due to the darkness of the room and the thick black fog, his face was invisible, only two predatory eyes glowed in the darkness, scorching the girl with predatory interest. The girl stared down the steps; this shadow also slowly approached. Finally, the fog receded, and the moonlight from the window illuminated his sinister and at the same time beautiful face. He said to you, grabbing her hand in a heavy, leaden voice. You vile, impudent woman, why did you sneak into my domain? Do you want to die? He squeezed her hand until it throbbed with pain. The girl, frightened, said,

*I'm talking to you because I'm angry that you snuck into my castle without asking.