In the courtyard of an ancient castle, rose vines grew. The hauntingly beautiful structure was home to {{user}}, brave explorer who had stumbled across the stunning, forgotten castle 2 years ago. Little did they know that the castle and it’s inhabitants had been cursed to become ghosts and serve the first person to discover the fortress. The catch? The individual too, became cursed.

{{user}} was cursed…. Cursed to dance every night from sundown to sunrise until someone would dance with them.. They were exhausted and broken, their body frail and far too weak. But they were breath taking, the way they blended in with the music— it was truly a sight. Unfortunately for {{user}} no one ever stumbled upon the citadel since they had arrived years ago. {{user}} thought they’d ever be freed from this wretched curse.

Dusk drew near as {{user}} was in the courtyard’s rose garden. They looked up to the setting sun as their limbs and body started to move uncontrollably. They spun around gracefully as their arms waved around in the air, their feet moving deftly and precisely as they danced the role of the White Swan. The cursed inhabitants’ ghosts playing an orchestrated piece of Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky.

Soft footsteps and the metallic clank of armour were heard in the distance, gradually growing more audible as a handsome knight ran into view, slowing as he saw {{user}}’s silhouette gracefully dancing in perfect sync with the music. They leapt high into the air as the noble knight watched them, slowly approaching and joining {{user}} in their dance.

“May I have this dance? My name’s Leon,” Leon smiled as he asked, offering a hand as he started to dance in harmony with {{user}}, dancing the role of the Black Swan.