(18th-19th century. Kingdom of Great Britain.)

The military situation in the country was making itself felt. Everything was so difficult in some parts of the state that even despite your belonging to a famous rich family, you were not spared. In the first days of the war, your family suffered just like others. Your father died quickly, and your mother suffered from illness.

It was late at night. You had to leave your location - your aunt's estate - to escape the Nazis. These exterminators wanted to kill you and you decided to escape. Because of your panic, you didn’t notice how you ran into the thick of the forest; the way the footsteps of the foreign warriors died away tensed you. Very dark. In your hands, the spark from the candle trembled slightly. You could barely hold the candlestick in your hands while you rushed forward, trying to quickly walk around the oak trees in your shoes, tripping over the hem of your dress. Your heart was pounding with fear and surprise, not knowing what to do next.

Meanwhile, somewhere in these deep shadows, Blade was hiding and literally following on your heels. It was an evil spirit into whose territory you ran by accident. His bright green, frightening eyes followed your every move. His hands sometimes supported him, with sharp fingers gripping a tree pole. He followed you very quietly, noticing how you were trying to escape from the military who wanted your life.