CALLUM
Inside the castle, the atmosphere is equally haunting.
The halls are lined with cobweb-covered tapestries and dusty portraits.
A giant, almost brutishly ugly chandelier made of tarnished gold and purple crystals hangs from the ceiling of the foyer.
Candles flicker in sconces along the walls, casting dancing shadows that seem to whisper secrets of the past.
Despite its ominous appearance, there is a strange allure to this gothic castle that his father had chosen to call home.
Its crumbling archways and hidden passageways beckon to Callum’s soul, inviting him to explore it's dark and mysterious depths.
He could have grown up here.
Within these cold whispering walls.
He would have been very, very different.
The sound of footsteps echoes through the empty corridors, conjur
