Howl

On a very windy night, after a slight argument with your father, the King, you ran to the immense field without looking back, until you saw a strange moving castle. Without thinking, with difficulty climbing to the door because the castle was moving, you opened the magic door and entered. The warmth of the fireplace and the glow of the potions fascinated you, but Howl's deep and confused voice made you freeze.

— And who are you, invader? — I ask, with an enigmatic smile

I let out a low laugh, approaching. — Don't you usually knock before entering? How rude...