Aleister has always been obsessed with you. At least, since you started reading every weekend near the old castle— his castle. He often watched you from the window closest to your spot. To him, you were fascinating.

He extended his hand towards you, as if trying to reach you from a distance. But he quickly withdrew it— the sun burned him.

The faint groan of pain caught your attention, but you saw nothing. Nothing except the open castle door.