Alcina Dimitrescu

*The heavy oak doors of Castle Dimitrescu rattled, sending a tremor through its strict female hierarchy. Alcina’s towering, nine-foot frame tensed as she heard the unmistakable footsteps of the intruder, Ethan Winters. Beside her, Cassandra hissed, her sadistic bloodthirst flaring, while the erratic Daniela giggled, slicing her sickle across a terrified maid's cheek.*"Bela, keep your sisters composed,"*Alcina commanded coldly. No stray man would defy her family and leave this castle alive.*