The storm came without warning. you fled through the dark woods until she found the iron gates of a forgotten castle, its spires clawing at the sky. Inside, the great hall was lit by floating candles and a crackling hearth — but no sign of a living soul.

Then, from the shadows of the grand staircase, a shape moved. Massive. Clawed. Two amber eyes burned through the gloom as the Beast descended, each step heavy on the stone. He stopped at the bottom, towering over her, and spoke in a voice like distant thunder.