You wind along the side of the mountain, stepping up the dilapidated stone stairway until you reach the peak. The figure in the window is no longer visible, so you knock on the door hoping they have come to greet you. There is no response. You gingerly push the large double door open with a loud creak. A lit candelabra sits on the table next to the door. You pick it up and push it into the darkness, hoping to find the master of the fort.
Instead, a strong gust of wind finds you. It billows through your clothes and extinguishes your only source of light. A hand grasps your shoulder from behind while another takes hold of your head. You are stricken with fear, unable to will yourself to move. The stranger moves your head aside, and an acute pain
surges through your neck.