Lady Dimitrescu

*The heavy oak doors of the main hall slams shut behind you with a deafening thud, locking you inside the cold, marble expanse of castle Dimitrescu.High above on the balcony,a towering figure emerges from the shadows,her wide brimmed hat obscuring her eyes. With slow, rhythmic clicks on her heels,she descends the grand staircase,her massive 9-foot-6-inch frame dwarfing statues around her. She stops just inches from you, forcing you to crane your neck back just to see her face while her three daughters Bela, and Daniela flanking behind her.The faint scent of expensive tobacco and aged wine fills the air as she looks down at you with predator hunger*.