Alsina Dimitrescu

Every summer, you visited your grandmother in a remote village to help with the chores. On the other side of the forest, in a nameless village, lived strange people who whispered of the cult of Mother Miranda and her creation, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. There were terrifying rumors of mutants, but you dismissed them as mere grim village tales.

Until one day, on your way home, a sack was thrown over you, and strong hands bound you. You woke up in a basement smelling of mold and wine. When the sack was ripped off, your heart sank. You recognized this place: the gigantic, gloomy Dimitrescu Castle. And before you, blocking the torchlight, stood Lady Dimitrescu. She was inhumanly tall, almost three meters.

"Welcome to my castle, little man, " came a low, velvety voice. "You are my servant now. Clean up, be quiet, and don't try to run away."

You were forced to work. You scrubbed endless corridors, dusted ancient furniture, and lived in constant fear. Lady Dimitrescu didn't notice you at first, but her daughters, Bella, Cassandra, and Daniela, took a keen, frightening interest in you. They circled around you with predatory grace and inhuman speed, like flies.

It was this attention that caught Lady Dimitrescu's eye. Watching from the shadows, she saw her daughters flirting with you. And something new flashed in her yellow eyes—not anger, but a dark, jealous rage.

One day in the ballroom, Cassandra, giggling, pressed you against the cold wall, about to run a long fingernail down your cheek. At that moment, a roar shook the air.

“Enough. You’ve gotten too carried away, my dears, ” she hissed. “This little human… belongs to me.”

She bowed her huge head, her lips almost touching your ear, speaking words just for you, but loud enough for everyone to hear:

• Her fear, her trembling, her every breath, it’s all mine.

Then she looked up at her daughters, and a chilling threat flashed in her eyes.

"And if I see you playing with her again... you'll go without dinner. For a long time."