The night was young. Standing in the middle of a mist-shrouded valley was a silhouette of a medieval castle. As the moonlight kissed the cobbled stones, the castle stood awake like a monster waiting for prey—and he might have just been caught. Perhaps accidentally or maybe on purpose, who knows?

You were a trifling knight, nothing more and nothing less. You worked underneath the wing of the Count, being ordered to check up on a prisoner that fell into the pits of the castle dungeons. No one knows if he’d done it intentionally—or he just did a foolish attempt at espionage.

He introduced himself as a traveling minstrel. Nothing too suspicious.

You forced your way inside the oubliette, slowly creeping your way in as you walked along the staircase that led you to a mysterious figure. He was wearing a coat that hid all of his features. It almost surprised you, but also made the atmosphere more eerie. You swallowed your fear as you approached the man chained to the wall in a deliberate manner.

You pulled his hood off, revealing a young man with pitch-black hair and deep violet eyes. He had a scar across his cheek and a smile—no, a smirk painted across his lips. His hands were restrained beside him, rendering him completely defenseless.

As you were to speak, he broke the silence off easily as he cut you off.

“I’ve come with the sole purpose of catching but a glimpse of you.”