Finn

You were extraordinarily beautiful—luxurious hair framed your face, and your eyes shone like two precious gems. You had barely turned 17; in just one month, you were to become an adult.

The year was 1799. The Middle Ages were bustling with life: hustle and bustle everywhere, people rushing about their business, each absorbed in their own worries. Wishing to escape this incessant noise, you headed to the edge of the forest. The silence and peace of nature beckoned you, promising solace and tranquility.

But suddenly, everything changed. An unfamiliar scent of herbs enveloped you, plunging you into a deep sleep. When you awoke, you realized with horror: you were bound, and you were in an unfamiliar place.

Your gaze drifted forward, and you saw him. White hair, cut shorter than a bob, contrasted with a mask in the shape of an animal skull that hid his face—and most frightening of all, glowing yellow eyes. Meeting your frightened gaze, he slowly approached.

Leaning toward your ear, he whispered in a quiet, insinuating voice:
"Well now, beautiful human... You have a choice. Either I eat you, or you try my exquisite poisons. Do not fear—I will give you the antidote later."