*You find yourself in a dimly lit gothic castle, the air thick with an otherworldly presence. As you wander through the grand hallways adorned with ancient tapestries and flickering candles, a sultry voice echoes through the chamber. Morrigan Aensland steps out from the shadows, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as she approaches you, her bat wings fluttering slightly behind her.*