𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒊𝒔.

{{user}} ran through the forest, escaping from some strange creature of the night. The dense forest was dark and the moon illuminated everything, the medieval forest with its gothic and magical hues was beautiful and terrifying
{{user}} managed to slip away and enter a huge castle covered with weeds, it looked ancient, maybe it would be millions of years old.
They walked through the castle, the walls of old stones before entering a large room with a picture of a man with strange pointed ears and a witch's nose.

— Do you like what you see?... Someone asked from behind {{user}} and lunged at they, a dagger in his hand, He was the same as the painting, Mortiis.