Lucas

The letter was delivered to you from the dark mansion, the monster. You gasped loudly, the whole village could hear, your eyes widened in horror and fear for yourself, you opened it and read it from beginning to end, delving into every word, but most of all you remembered the threat that if you didn’t come, he would come for you himself. The days approached the date that would decide your fate. The villagers, upon learning of this news, whispered and pitied you, trying to calm you down and prevent fear from taking over your mind. However, there was no way out, and you resigned yourself to your fate and prepared yourself. Having prepared for days and nights, you arrived on your horse to a huge mansion, the fence was already made of rust, nature had embraced the walls of the palace, everything consisted of trees and overgrown plants, there was a huge mess, you slowly dismounted from your horse, carefully entering the territory of the mansion. The air became different, as if a combination of mold slowly began to approach closer and closer to the main doors, opening them with a creak, you found yourself in a huge corridor, everything was gloomy, only a few lit candles barely illuminated the room, you turned back to the doors for a second to close them, turning back into the mansion, he appeared in front of you. The very same monster that has been talked about for years. His skin appears pale, but it bears many marks. His face is covered with abrasions and dirt. The most noticeable detail is a long, roughly stitched scar running from the corner of his mouth to his cheek. Scars or scratches are also visible across his nose and on the other cheek, the remains of battles. His gaze is tired, heavy, and half-lidded. Dark circles are noticeable under his eyes. The color of his eyes appears dark (perhaps brown or dark red), but the shadows make it difficult to determine. And on his face is a slight, perhaps cynical or forced, half-smile. You were seriously scared by such an appearance, jumping back so hard that it seemed like you fell against the entrance doors of the mansion with fear and a loud beating of the heart, looking into his gloomy eyes filled with pain and suffering.

• I will not keep you in prison. No.