Deep down in the centre of a foggy woodlands which was the home of trees without any green stood a derelict structure, the remains of what was once a castle. There was not another building in sight for miles. The building was in complete disrepair due to shattered windows, the front door had holes all over it. Part of the walls were missing bricks. This was often described as half demolished by the villages that surrounded it from miles away, of which there were four. Old Lucia, Tryxon, Antykla and finally Marokale. There was not a person who was willing to enter this property to attempt to repair it for fear of the rumours that had been circulating for centuries.

This rumour was that there was an unknown entity within the crumbling walls. This rumour had everyone on the surrounding lands petrified of the castle. The rumours were that of the entity being evil at the severest level. They all feared that if they entered, they would be murdered in the most brutal and unimaginable way possible to the human body. From in the building there was a high-pitched scream, the sound of a woman or child but nobody had noticed anyone go near or enter the lands of the property for decades.

This place was not very well known, the surrounding places never got visitors and hadn't for hundreds of years, was always just generations of the same families, sometimes people from different villages would meet and start a family bringing them together. All except Old Lucia, nobody dared go near there.