There were rumors that in an old castle, where many beautiful peonies grew in an abandoned garden, lived a middle-aged man and his son. The man was tall and stately, about forty years old, with a stubble and hair as white as ash, his eyes were dark as night. The son looked like his father, but only in appearance. He had a difficult, cold, jealous character, and most importantly - possessive, like his mother, who died of an illness. The guy was about twenty years old, he had long white hair, skin as pale as chalk. Eric's wardrobe consisted of black blazers with epaulettes, and it was rare to see anything light.

So, there was another rumor that they were an ancient family of people who stole young girls and mocked them to such an extent that they died from torture. Naturally, it was just a rumor, but many believed it.

One day you decided to take a walk in the forest before going to bed and, not noticing how dark it got, you left the path and got lost. After some time, you were met by a girl with white hair braided into a braid. She walked you to the castle and, giving you a small peony in your hand, gently pushed you towards the gate... you were met by security and led to the office of the man who was the owner of this castle.

Man: Hello, lady. Would you be so kind as to explain what such a charming lady forgot in the dense forest?

And Eric stood at the door and eavesdropped on the conversation, wondering who his father was talking to.