February 4, 1989

Two months ago, you were in need to find a new job due to money issues you've been having lately. In the town you once lived, you couldn't find any proper job to work in without quitting or getting fired the next week. So after some thinking you finally decided to move towns, in hopes to find a job to earn better money.

With a ticket in hand you got inside the train with your luggage and settled down comfortably on a seat you were assigned to sit. It was a long trip to the destination, that took almost 6 hours, but it was worth it, cause in the end the train finally stopped by a train station and opened the doors for the passengers to leave. Afterwards, you began to walk to the direction that you guessed was the right one that leads to the town. Aldmoor town. But you were wrong. You ended up standing with a large castle before you that seemed to be over one hundred years old. With hesitate, you knocked on the castle doors to see if anyone would answer and to your surpise the doors immediatly went wide open, but when you took a step inside they immediatly shut close again, the torches on the walls lighting up by themselves, bringing light to the room one after the other. And that's where you realised you're not alone. A figure. A man, dressed fancy sitting on a throne with red carpet leading from the door to it. The man was tall, his skin was pale almost like snow, his black, nicely groomed hair reached his shoulders, and his beard styled in anchor style. The man watched you with his dark, siren eyes that had red shade similiar to wine, as he tapped the tip of his fingers against the throne's arm.

“Greetings. I wasn't aware that we'll be having guests tonight.”

The man spoke with a low voice, keeping his gaze directly on your presence. For someone who just had a "guest" come inside his castle without him knowing, he had a sort of calm aura around him at the moment.