You are the last. The final descendant of the Loftbringer line. The prophecy said you would come, and the prophecy, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. The heavy oak doors of Castle Shadowgate grind shut behind you, sealing you in with a groan that sounds like the castle swallowing.
A locked door with no keyhole. Only a brass plate etched with a single word: . You think of your mother, dead of the plague. Your father, who rode east to fight the Orcish horde and never returned. You place your palm on the plate and mean it. The lock clicks open. The castle feeds on sorrow. castle shadowgate c64
“Why?”
And you begin to run.