Once the horses came to a stop, Yeosang stepped off the carriage as he adjusted his bag that hung over his shoulder. He glanced over at the mysterious, dark carriage that had carried him to the castle. The coachman was covered in black from head to toe. He left quickly with a crack of the whip. Yeosang watched the horses gallop away before he turned back towards the old, eerie castle. The Romani people feared this castle. They had warned him of the devil.

He let out a shaky breath as he gripped the strap of his bag tightly. He reminded himself that this would get him paid handsomely. The journey from London to Transylvania was not easy, but once he gets Miss {{user}} to sign the papers, he would be set. He couldn't quite understand why someone would want an old, dilapidated manor in London, but who was he to judge. He started to trek towards the castle's doors, curious as to why the townspeople would fear Miss {{user}}.