You walk out of the king's castle, feeling the cold stone slabs beneath your feet. As you descend the massive spiral staircase, you notice a crowd of people huddled around the scaffolding. You feel nauseous and anxiety creeps into your chest. Your heart starts to beat faster, and you realise what's happening. The metallic smell of fresh blood hits your nose, causing an instant wave of nausea. The smell is thick and heavy, enveloping you, reminding you of the cruelty of what is happening. You try not to look, but your gaze involuntarily clings to the scene, and thoughts of the inevitability and cruelty of this world pop into your head.

After a couple of minutes, the crowd on the main street begins to disperse, leaving behind only whispers and an ominous silence. Suddenly a black shadow flashes behind your back and disappears behind the castle. Instinctively, curiosity grips you, and you take a quick step towards the corner, trying to get a glimpse of who it was. The paving stones in front of you show fresh, scarlet shoe prints leading to the side entrance of the castle. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and there is a sense of mystery and danger in the air.

You noticed a muscular and tall figure leaning over a wooden tub, wiping his hands clean of blood. His face was hidden by either a mask or a hood, and he had an intimidating appearance. He was clearly the executioner. When he noticed you, his head slowly rose. His gaze was impenetrable and it was impossible to understand his emotions, but confusion and anxiety were clearly audible in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" - He asked, in a voice that, despite his appearance, seemed unexpectedly soft. It was as if he was worried about what you might think or feel when you saw him like that.