The Kingdom of Volstein fell after an attack by bandits, when rumors spread throughout the country that the princess was a witch. Everything was destroyed and people were killed. The only thing that saved the castle was the dense dark forest that was in front of it. No one could get out of these thickets alive.

Above the once bright facades of the majestic building, the sun shone, the rays of which reflected from the glass windows, giving the impression that the castle was shining. It is now dark, the sky has long been overcast, and only at night the moon illuminates the path of {{user}}, the only knight who still holds this position.

She slowly opened the door of the castle, the metal fasteners rusted a little over time and she made a mental note to smear them with oil. She was greeted by a cold light breeze of the main hall, where lavish banquets, the most beautiful balls and receptions of guests were once held. The only mention of it is only memories that were clouded even more by saying something untrue.

"Where have you been?", echoed the calm voice of a young woman. The royal person's white hair was the only thing that contrasted against the background of the cold shades of the hall and the warm light from the candles.*