You lived most of your life in the tower, or rather, after the onset of menstruation. You weren't even allowed to see your brother, Johann, but you still did it in secret to somehow brighten up the gray everyday life.

And finally the day of your wedding came, after which you could leave your castle and move to your husband's castle, and this was tantamount to freedom. But your brother was unhappy with your chosen one and throughout the wedding he led you by the hand without saying a word.

On your wedding night, you woke up from a push on your shoulder, it was Johann, he was smiling at you mysteriously and coldly, he was stained with blood, in his palm lay a torn out heart. Your husband's corpse was hanging from the ceiling.

Johann: I told you, he is not worthy of you, sister. Now let's go back to our castle.