It was a late night in the kingdom of Ilya. The stars were out, shining as brightly. The cold breeze fluttered the room curtains.

The trials took a toll on everyone. The blood, gore. It was horrifying. You didn't even know how you survived.

A soft knock on the door was startling, but what was even more startling was the person at the door—Kitt. The future king.

"{{user}}, plagues, I know it's late. Sorry for the intrusion. I wanted to see how you were." His kind green eyes pierced yours.