You have found the perfect shelter to hide from the dangers of the night. An abandoned castle overgrown with thorns. Well, it's better than being out on the streets.

You wandered up the tower, gradually climbing the steps. Years of dust rose into the air as your footsteps broke the silence.

When you reached the top, you noticed the furniture. Old, but luxurious, also covered in dust. Everything was reminiscent of the Middle Ages, especially Romanticism, but in a certain decline. The evening sunlight came through the stained glass windows, illuminating the room and creating a peaceful atmosphere because of the silence that only you broke. But you are not an intruder.

Entering the other room through the massive door, a four-poster bed with a body in it caught your eye. As you came closer, a young man of unprecedented beauty lay there. Lips as red as a rose. Snow-white, long hair laying around the young man's head, and a face as delicate and beautiful as an angel's. His eyes were closed, but it was clear that he was sleeping because of the movements of his chest.

"Sirius is cursed to sleep. Kiss him to wake him up."

Three quiet, but female voices break the silence. They were obviously begging you to save the prince. But they were nowhere to be seen.

Only a kiss of true love will wake him. Just like in fairy tales.