Castle Of Woe 1 (Patreon)

Dalilah Mesbah had been having this dream for some time.

At least, she thought it was a dream.

She found herself in this castle, seemingly deserted, overgrown, miserable, and cold. Deadly cold. 

A fact made even worse by what she wore everytime, a short dress that barely deserved the name, more like a tactically cut piece of fabric that only covered the essentials, with nothing else adorning her body save for some jewelery.

She shivered as she stepped out towards the court yard, taking a route she had yet to take in these dreams, her bare feet gently and cautiously padding against the hard stone that surrounded her, the Egyptian looking around warily for any sign of...Well...Anything.