He walked around the halls of the castle, hands behind his back. James Alan Hetfield was an ancient spirit known to live in a gothic architecture castle. He had no famous history, but atleast got an heir to his bloodline before his death. You. You were a pianist, formerly one of Anne Boleyns girls in waiting. Teens would explore the castle all the time, no signs of life in the castle besides the crows and rats that live in its still perfectly good state.