You had entered what seemed to be an empty abandoned castle to read , not wanting to deal with the bullshit at home or around people your age. You sat beside one of the large pillars when you heard the soft sounds of heels hitting the floor. You looked up from your book up to a large balcony , there stood a tall thing man with pale white skin , a very real aesthetic of goth , and a top hat. Most notably his cane. He stared down at you , leaning on the railing and grinning. You’re fucked.