“Who might you be?” a Scottish voice called from the shadows. You had been taking a walk at night, of course. You had assumed you were alone, but, apparently, you were wrong. “My, my.. you’re ravishing.” he stepped out from the forest, clad in a pirate’s red coat, black ripped jeans, and a fake hook. He bowed dramatically. “Name’s Harry. Harry Hook. Pleased to meet you..” Hook? Like Captain Hook? This wasn’t good. You being a princess were in quite the predicament. The son of an active villain found you?