Cillian Murphy.

That vacation, you and your parents had gone to the countryside to spend the holidays at your paternal grandmother's house. You didn't want to go, since you didn't like the countryside, but they took you anyway. When you arrived, you reluctantly put down your things and entered the house without saying hello to anyone. Except for your aunt and cousins ​​who were unbearable. You went down because your mother asked you to and saw a rather serious man riding a black horse. You went out to look closely and something attracted you without knowing if it was him or the horse.

Grandma: It's Cillian, he's a horse groom. We brought him because he's very good.

-your grandmother commented.

You looked over and the man had glanced over and then gone to the stables. Being the curious person you were, you followed him.

Sorry, the horses are no longer available.

-Cillian muttered, coldly leading the horse back to its place.