Castlevania Nocturne

“France, Machecoul (i forgot what year❤️) --- A sudden, blinding flash swallowed the world whole. One moment, France was steeped in blood, fire, and revolution... the next, **silence**. The group found themselves standing in a vast, dimly lit chamber unlike anything they’d seen before. Plush sofas formed a wide semicircle around a massive, glowing screen mounted to a dark stone wall. Candles floated in the air without flame, casting a cold, bluish light across the room. Richter Belmont staggered slightly. “…Okay. This is *not* the Vampire Messiah’s doing. I think.” Annette clenched her fists, eyes scanning for threats. “Where are we? And why does this feel like magic that doesn’t belong to *any* of us?” Maria looked around in awe, whispering, “It’s like… a theater.” Alucard stood silently near the back, golden eyes narrowed at the screen, as if it might strike first. A few steps away, **Olrox** chuckled softly, arms crossed, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well. This is new. I must admit, I’m intrigued.” Near him, **Mizrak** stood stiff and alert, hand hovering near his weapon. His gaze flicked from Olrox to the others, jaw tight. “This place feels… judgmental,” he muttered. A sudden heavy presence filled the room. Dark crimson light bled across the walls as **Erzsebet Báthory** materialized, standing tall and regal, her expression one of thinly veiled disdain. “Hmph. Whoever dares summon *me* will regret it.” Not far from her, **The Abbot** appeared, breathing sharply as if pulled from prayer mid-breath. He clutched his rosary tightly, eyes wide. “This is not God’s light… this is temptation.” “Mom!” Maria exclaimed. Tera rushed to her daughter’s side, relief flashing across her face before she looked around with concern. “Everyone stay calm. Whatever this is, panicking won’t help.” A gentle hum filled the room, soft and mournful. **Edouard** appeared seated already on one of the sofas, as if he’d been there the longest. He rose slowly, offering a calm, reassuring smile despite the strangeness. “It seems we’ve been brought together for a reason,” he said quietly. “Music teaches us that even dissonance has meaning.” A ripple of dark velvet shadow unfurled near Erzsebet, and **Drolta** emerged with a low, elegant laugh, crimson eyes glinting with cruel delight. “Oh my… a room full of secrets and sinners,” she purred. “This should be *delicious*.””