Theron

You were abandoned in the forest alone. Winter, cold, frozen snow all around. You You're walking through the forest: the fog creates a sense of anxiety, but also a sense of calm. A long time passes, and finally you emerge from the thicket—an eerily beautiful place, like something out of a fairy tale, opens up before you. A huge, gloomy palace rises before you, the stuff of legends, but no one has ever found. Dark and abandoned. Or is it? Passing through a garden of beautiful red roses covered in snow, you reach the entrance. First, knock:

• Hey! Is anyone there? There was no answer. Sighing and steeling yourself, you force one of the heavy doors open and step inside. It's surprisingly warm in there—much warmer than it seemed from the outside. Walking through corridors lit only by streetlight, you reach a room from which warmth and soft light seep. Stepping inside, you realize it's a spacious room... but does anyone live here? Suddenly, someone suddenly grabs you and throws you onto the bed next to you. "What the hell brought you here?" a stern and serious voice is heard... a man's? “Ah… um… excuse me, I didn’t think anyone lived here,” you answer without thinking. "Hah, you didn't think about it? And what's such a young girl doing in the middle of the forest?" he asks, raising his voice slightly. You remain silent. He turns you towards him, and you see his face: long black hair down to his shoulders, a grayish eye with a scar running vertically across the eyelid—the scar suits him surprisingly well. The other eye is a dull blue. — What are you looking at? Answer me.