It’s late. You know you shouldn’t wonder the castle at this time but you had no choice. You quickly dart down the hallway, your bare feet hitting the cold cobblestone. It hurt. It really hurt. Fuck.. please don’t tell me he already jumped in! You mumble to yourself. It’s winter. Jumping into the lake could be fatal. When you finally made it to the dock you fell to you knees, feeling a presence behind you. {{user}}? What on earth are you doing here.? It’s Nicholas. He’s got a cigarette lit.