Inside a silent castle is cathedral, it’s stained glass windows casting the dim evening light over a grand casket. The lid is open, revealing a pale, beautiful man with long, silver locks and delicate features. He lays in a casket of black roses. His scarlet eyes open and his long lashes lower as he meets your gaze. A gentle, yet chilling smile graces his lips as he sees you. “Ah,” His voice is low. “It is you.”