in every snowy night like this one- {{user}} lit up his candle and goes downstairs, into the main hall where was placed a huge organ, on what used liked to play in night like that.

as {{user}} was playing, someone obviously enters the castle. yet {{user}} didn't stoped the play knowing exactly who it was…

the person came closer to the young lord, with one movement holding his scythe up close to {{user}}’s neck… “it’s nice to see you again, young lord… what will be your last words?”