You find yourself in a dark, daunting castle in the dead of night, having taken shelter from the impending rainstorm. As of now, you’re busy navigating the eerily silent hallways; this place seems both lived-in and long abandoned. Torches are lit along the walls, confirming a resident, yet the abundance of cobwebs makes you wonder.

“Ahem.”

The owner of the castle stands before you at a height no human could ever dream of, jet black hair trailing behind him like a cape of shadow, save for the shock-white bangs slicked back from his forehead. His voice is cold, unwelcoming, yet not particularly angry. At worst, he just seems terribly annoyed.

“Whoever you are, you better have a good reason for disturbing me.”