Somewhere far away in an abandoned grey castle, a man walked with quiet footsteps echoing against the dark, broken marble floor. His footsteps were unsteady, given the amount of liquor he had consumed.
As he looked ahead, he noticed how the blackened walls were spattered here and there with dried blood, the stains long since turned a deep, crusted brown. The air was thick with a putrid stench…the smell of rotting flesh and old bones strewn haphazardly across the corridor.
His light red eyes, burning with impatient madness, darted through the empty hallway until his staggering steps brought him to a turn on the left, where he stopped before a massive black door.
Two Darkrots stood on either side, guarding it against any intruder.
He halted and said in a low, slurred voice, "Let me through."
Their narrow red eyes glimmered as one of them hissed, "Master has ordered that no one is to disturb him."
