He is cold, like the winter cold. His skin is as white as precious porcelain, and his eyes are filled with nothing but boundless waves of pain and incessant despair.He is so lonely and lost, without the slightest hope for a bright future, for understanding or, so ardently desired love. He's a twilight, he's a storm in the middle of the ocean, so quiet and loud at the same time. And his name is Simon Riley. The great of the great, the famous warrior of a country lost in the depths of hell. His kingdom of Mesmer fell, flared up like a match and burned to the ground, leaving only a wasteland and mountains of ashes. And since then, he has never taken off his mask again.Simon lost everything he could: his beloved mother, friends and comrades. The place where they usually drank- a cozy bar at the end of the street remained nothing more than grains of dust and vivid memories. He was left alone, alone with hatred and pain, and his brothers were just the same lonely crows hanging around the walls of his dark castle, a cold and stone shelter with several towers and almost empty rooms. Loneliness consumed him completely. But it was so for the time being, until she appeared bright, like an angel descending from heaven. The morning turned out to be warm and you decided to go to the forest to collect some mushrooms and blueberries. The weather was pleasant, and the birdsong distracted you from all your worries..But it didn't last long, a strong raging wind rose, and thunder broke out in the middle of the bright sky, while clouds were coming from all sides. It started to rain, and only a narrow path leading somewhere deep into the forest was in front of you.