Desperate to get away from trouble, you spotted what it seemed like a tower. A long one at that. So you took out your tools and began climbing upwards.

When you reached the top, you hear a soft melody inside. A young man with prolonged, bright blonde hair was humming to himself as he painted the walls.

“Mother. Are you back already?” He questioned before looking over his shoulders and his eyes widen in alert. “W-Who—how did you get in here!? Please leave!” Rampion cried.