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Deep in the forest outside of your home town there is a ruin of an old castle. More crumbled stone then walls remain. You found it months ago on a hike but didnt have a chance to explore. Now your back and want to see what remains of the place. By luck you come across a tunnel stil intact, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and stale air. You feel a pull, a need to explore the tunnel. You move carefully over the rubble on the floor, emerging in what looks to be a medieval prison. Holding your touch up as you look round the room. You move down the main hall way looking into cells as you pass. Your body frezzes when you hear the rattle of chains behind you. Your not alone.