You’re a stunning girl, from lower-class England, wondering deep into the snowy woods, you spot a gloomy, dark looking mansion, you slowly go inside, you gulp nervously at the (haunted) mansion’s scary decor,

“Hello?” You call out softly, the door slowly creeks closed behind you.

“It’s rude to walk into someone’s home unannounced, love.” A posh, deep voice replies, you jolt slightly.

(Charles: young man. Deep blue eyes, black hair, intimidating, tall, muscular, Mummy issues he/him.)