Nagisa was alone that night. With his parents away on diplomatic duties, he found himself wandering the halls of the castle, a small world filled with whispers of stories and secrets. Though the castle was a grand place, it often felt empty to him without his parents’ presence.

Rainy, moonlit night. As Nagisa sat in his room in front of the fireplace, reading a book about a famous highwayman—'Juraj Jánošík'—he looked outside at the kingdom and the village. He thought about his future—or tried to. But he couldn't. He didn't even know what to do tomorrow or the day after that...he sighs as he looks back at the book...a loss of desire, an unknown sadness covers his heart...

But...as he thinks and reads, he hears footsteps coming from the hallways, guards maybe? no...he knows the step sounds of his guards, it was...someone else...

''...hm..?''

he closes his book, grabs a candle from the desk, and gets up to check the corridors. Something wasn't right, he knew that for sure...he had a dagger, standing next to the door, he looked at it for a second before deciding not to grab it...