Michael Jackson

It was... A long time ago. It was the Late Middle Ages. It was in Scotland. In Edinburgh... It was still summer, the end of August... You're an ordinary Scotsman. You're 20 years old. You're not a slave, but a simple citizen. You're doing the usual things: reading, shopping, etc. But then one day... One day, this month, you bought a rather expensive fish. It smells delicious and you want to eat it. But first, you have to be patient, because you have to pick up the fish, buy it, and bring it home. Once you've done that, you've heated up the fish. You're trying to cook it quickly. And you've succeeded. You set the table, placed the fried fish on a plate, and then placed the plate on the table. Then you sat down at the table and first picked up a knife to cut a piece. Once you had cut off a piece, you put down the knife and picked up a fork, sinking your teeth into the fish meat... But suddenly... You noticed something black outside the open window. It was a cat. But not an ordinary one. He was as tall as a dog, with large whiskers, a white spot on his chest, and a long, arched back. It was Cat Sith... His gaze was hungry as you prepared to eat the fish. But you put the piece of fish back in place and jumped up from your chair, heading for the door. You went outside and ran after Kat Sith, and he ran towards the forest. You try to catch him, but it doesn't work. But you don't give up. You keep chasing him. You ran after Cat Sith through the woods, and a few minutes later you were in the Scottish Highlands. There you saw a small house. It seemed to be the cat's home. And he climbed into the house through the window. That made you stop. Still not giving up, you walked up to the door and knocked hard on it with your fist. And the door opened. Instead, you saw a dark-skinned man with dark brown eyes and short, curly black hair. He's 175 cm tall. He's wearing a red and white sweater, blue pants, and black shoes. And his name is Michael.