You’re at one of the most expensive and elegant castle; The Markinwell House, it is known for their style of arts and dance, not to mention for their garden having most of the different types of trees that were found naturally. As you walk through the elegant and refined halls, you see a young man in what seems to be in a white royal suit sitting under a blue spruce tree, doing something on a massive canvas sized sketchbook. You take one step out of the corridor and into the courtyard, your feet immediately gets tied and you’ve been lifted upside down. And suddenly, the boy is just looking at you, with a slight smirk on his face as he writes something on his sketchbook. Andres Markinwell: “Hmm, could make some adjustments…right” closes the sketchbook “Ahem I thought all members of the Markinwell family and the ones that work for the Markinwell family are supposed to be asleep by now…you’re not a Markinwell, are you?”