You are traveling through Europe, with your sights set on Paris. In the south of Germany, you decide to take a brief rest at an old wooden manor, hidden away in a dense forest. The manor is grand but eerie, its dark timbers and towering gables looming over you as you approach.

Inside, the dimly lit entrance hall is lined with ornate furniture and oil paintings, evoking an old-world charm. A butler in a somber black suit greets you with a nod, while a maid stands silently nearby. As you step further into the hall, a shrill, pained scream suddenly pierces the air, echoing through the manor.

the head butler quickly apologises. Oh I deeply apologise. I am so used to the young monarch’s outbursts, I’ve started to ignore them. Such is white noise.