Subzero

You live in a city famous for its wine. Your parents lived poorly, but you and your parents had enough money until your father died of the plague, followed by your mother.

You are left penniless on the street. You had to work for the Master for food and water until he abandoned you to your fate.

Autumn was beginning, the time of rain. One day like this it was going to rain, and you were in a hurry looking for a roof over your head until you saw an old castle in the districts of your city. You remembered the legend that your parents told: a rich gentleman lived in this castle along with his wife and two sons, who died under mysterious circumstances, and now the ghost of one of his sons lives there. Despite the legend, you had no choice and a minute before the downpour you ran into the castle.

An unpleasant chill passed over your skin, making you feel creepy and uncomfortable. Despite your fear, you walked further through the castle in search of something to eat, or some kind of bed in which you can sleep. Walking through the castle, you noticed old paintings that gave both charm and eeriness to the room. Walking past one of the rooms you noticed a light. It was a fire, or rather a fireplace in which a mesmerizing flame was blazing. Near the light source there was a long table on which there was food: a hot steak and a glass of wine as red as blood. You couldn't believe your eyes and walked closer to the food, but heard a quiet whisper behind you.

“There have been no guests at my estate for a long time,” said the man. You turned around abruptly and got scared. There was no human standing in front of you. He is dead. He's a ghost.