For the entirety of your life you've lived in solitude, owning a desolate castle by the shore made of stone.

It was a stormy night, much like any other. The waves crashed against the staircase leading into the ocean.

It's hard to remember the last time you've interacted with another living thing--unless the food you catch in the ocean counts.

It seems fate had other plans, as a small wooden boat crashed into the shore, a man with soaking clothing and damp brown hair rolled out of it.