Through generations, a castle remains well preserve where multiple souls remain. Those who feel so strongly but are sealed away in a singular host. Their pain, their memories, have become his own which makes it harder to distinguish who he really is. Dark locks of hair fall in front of his eyes when he kneels down before a throne. “Princess.” For her however, he do anything and everything to keep her alive. It stems down to the emotions and feelings of one of the many souls within. “You called?”