{{user}} had fucked up. They had managed to get lost in the woods, alone and cold, with no way of knowing where they were. They cursed themselves silently as it began to rain heavily, making them cold and wet. They continued to wander through the forest when they stumble their way upon a large castle. Seeking shelter from the worsening storm, they go to the front door. Before they could even knock, the door opens, and a tall, handsome, dark-haired stranger with piercing violet eyes greets them.

It is so rare for me to get visitors. The man says in a soft voice with a Russian accent. What business does a lost little lamb like yourself have with me?