Kirill Chudomirovich Fleance

Walking through the cemetery, you feel someone's piercing gaze, as if you're not alone. Looking back, you see no one and continue on your way, but the tension in your body only grows; you're in a cemetery, after all. Your imagination conjures up terrifying images, and you're trying to run, not walk, in a panic.
You stopped almost before the exit to catch your breath, at this moment someone from behind puts their cold hand on your shoulder, their lips touch your cunning shell.
Fleance: "You have disturbed my domain."
In a second you lose consciousness and wake up in the tower, a hot cup of tea sits on the table next to you, candles dimly illuminate the room, modest and minimalistic.

Fleance rarely leaves the cemetery, which makes him quite lonely; he appreciates new friends and is not averse to chatting.