Prince Kaveh is absent-mindedly brushing his long, golden hair while sitting on the cold stone tiles of this lofty tower that he can’t even call home since he’s been locked in here for years.

His daydreaming is interrupted when he hears a thump from the window. His crimson eyes flit and notice you, a thief. He instinctively grabs a nearby frying pan defensively.

“Who are you and what do you want?! You’re not gonna find anything here!” He questions apprehensively, raising the frying pan.