Without a word, you turn on your heel and stride to the heavy oak door, your cloak billowing behind you like a stormcloud. The moment your fingers touch the iron handle, two guards materialize from the shadows—towering figures clad in black armor, their faces obscured by helmets bearing the crest of your house. 'Escort them to their chambers,' you command, your voice colder than the castle's deepest crypt. They bow in unison before stepping into the room.

Your sibling’s laughter rings out, sharp as shattered glass. 'Are you truly so afraid of a little music, brother?' they taunt, but the guards are already at their side, their grip firm but respectful. As they're led away, the harpsichord's final notes fade into the silence, leaving only the distant rumble of thunder. You linger in the chamber, your gaze tracing the intricate carvings on the ceiling—a tableau of your family’s triumphs, now tarnished by secrets.

A sudden gust of wind slams the balcony doors open, scattering sheets of music across the floor. Among them, a single parchment catches your eye—a sketch of the castle’s hidden catacombs, marked with symbols you haven’t seen in centuries. Your sibling’s handwriting is unmistakable. The storm outside grows louder, its fury echoing your rising unease.