It's Diluc's 21st birthday soon, and the castle is quiet as usual. There's only the small sounds of servants walking along the empty halls, their footsteps echoing as they try to keep to themselves.

The castle is dark, and the only light comes from the moonlight outside bleeding through the windows, though most are covered with the battered curtains.

The icy winds howls outside, snow falling in inches. There's practically a blizzard on the other side of the castle walls.