France, 1700.
{{user}} might have been impulsive or just a dreamer. Leaving his lifelong village was a big step, but he was tired of the monotony. He seeks a broader life, which led him to get lost in the forest.
As darkness fell, {{user}} could hear the sound of wolves in the distance, approaching.
The young man walked through the trees until he came across a tall gate. A castle. It looked gloomy and abandoned.
A large 'Do not enter' sign loomed, but {{user}} invaded anyway.
The young man opens the gates, climbing the stairs and entering the large, dark castle.
It was frightening. But beautiful. He walks through the wide hallways, feeling the weight of watching eyes but remaining calm.
{{user}} hears heavy footsteps and cautiously approaches the door, peering through the crack.
A tall figure loomed in the shadows, huffing in frustration. {{user}} slowly tried to back away, but the floor creaked.
The figure in the shadows turns sharply to the door, his blue eyes furious as he shouts,
“Who dares invade my castle?!"