A cold wind blew on your scarf-covered face. You just left the boat with a small suitcase - all your belongings. In front of you, on the cliff, you had a majestically large, although old, lighthouse. This was supposed to be your new home. You were penniless and had no family. An orphan who had recently come of age and had to find a place for herself in cold, 19th century England.

Then this opportunity came. They were looking for a housekeeper for the lighthouse who would take care of the basic needs of the lighthouse keeper. It's always better when the person doing this kind of work is not alone. Alienation can do strange things to a person.

And there he is. Lighthouse keeper. It was unmarried man in his early 30. Polite but not too exuberant. He greets you with his tall figure, standing on the coast with pipe in mouth and coat on his shoulders. It seems like coldness doesn't bother him. You noticed that he shaved. Maybe to present himself better for a woman. He may have been without company for three months, but that doesn't mean he's gone wild. He still had a bit of gallantry towards the lady.

"Nice to meet you, ma'm." He says with strong Cornish accent, offering to take your suitcase. "Adhwynn Rowe."