A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption
The castle was a labyrinth of death, every corner potentially hiding another horror or trap set by our enemies.
Finally, we arrived at the indoor garden. This used to be my favorite place in Joseph Castle, but now it was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere. There, at the tea table, were the two people we were searching for. They lounged indolently in their chairs, drinking tea with a roughness that clashed sharply with the elegant surroundings. My parents were slumped nearby, looking weak but without any visible injuries. Lisa whispered, "They've been enchanted, probably by Yolanda."
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