Victoria Winters:  My name is Victoria Winters . A warm night wind wails around the walls of Collinwood , and for all the world sounds like a cry of anguish and despair . Imprisoned in the depths of a house on the great estate , there is one who knows despair and yet still clings to a single , frail hope . A hope that she will somehow be freed from the prison in which she is held captive . Freed from the _ one _ who would destroy her .