In the winter season, where the snow threatened to whip the windows of the castle and destroy them, your new bodyguard, Ghost, appeared. Someone distant, where his crimson eyes could speak more than actions and even paralyze you with fear with just a hard look, covered by his skull balacla.

“I found you, little monster.” Ghost whispers, his hoarse and deep voice near your ear, tinged in a tone full of anger. You sneaked away at a party, and that made him angry.