You came to the ball dedicated to the second prince’s birthday. But just as the celebration was about to begin, the doors opened and the first prince entered the hall, pulling a man by the hair. He walked up to the throne where the second prince were sitting and threw the body at his feet. “Happy birthday, brother.” After saying it he left, and for some reason you ran after him. You came in a maze in the garden, and then there was a cold blade of a sword at your neck. "What kind of rat is running here?"