[ WP ] As you have been ill your whole life , your brother has kept you locked in the family manor to protect you , claiming the outside is unsafe . One day you sneak out , and what you see outside turns your love of your sibling into terror .

Vladimir had always been a doting brother. Perhaps he felt indebted to me since I would have been the master of the house and heir to the family fortunes should things have gone differently. 
 
 Alas, I had been very young when the harsh disease of Rot Lung had ravaged my body. The disease that could kill full grown men had me lying in bed for months, coughing up blood and yellow phlegm. When the disease finally left my body it left it weak, my lungs wheezed with every breathe and my muscles were left thin and atrophied. If I was from a less affluent family I may have been left to die. Luckily for me, my family was not about to let their firstborn son die. They would also not allow me to show the family as weak, so I was locked away. 
 
 My brother tells me that he fought for years to keep me as the heir to the family. He said that he argued until he was blue in the face that the Dracul blood was strong and that I would eventually recover. `` Just give him time'', he said, I would be able to take over the duties of master of the house given time. 
 
 Sometimes I would show improvement, my family rejoiced and my dear brother returned from his travels abroad to help nurse me back to health once again. Unhappily my health never stayed long after the celebrations began. It was as if the mere presence of such joyful happiness poisoned my body. I would began to vomit and become bedridden again for cause of muscle spasms. Through this all my brother would nurse me, spoon feeding me his exotic medicines that he had collected on his travels late into the the night. Always hoping that one of them would finally cure me. 
 
 Eventually my father had his way, my brother was to be the new head of the family. All of the Dracul land, titles, and riches were to go to him. My loving brother said that he begged father to wait just a little longer, to leave me some small smidgen of inheritance, but it was to no avail. 
 
 My father died soon after naming my brother heir, before I was ever able to reconcile myself with him. With my father's death, Vladimir moved back home and began his duties as the head of house Dracul fully. 
 
 Today I awoke feeling better than I had in a very long time. Perhaps I would leave my room and surprise Vlad with how my health, would n't he be so happy? 
 
 I had not been into the upper chambers since my father had been alive and I had been being groomed for eventual lordship of our house but I still remembered the way, I still remembered the correct way to unlock the siege door. A door intended to seal away an entire wing of the castle. Should the worst happen and the castle be invaded the siege door had the ability to lock and steal away the lord of the house, preserving our family's history and the life of anyone behind it long enough for help to arrive. 
 
 The torches along the walls were not lit and it did n't seem as if they had been for a long time. 
 
 Regardless, I could still peer through the darkness and what I saw... 
 
 What I saw terrified me.
