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In a city teeming with people, car lights, and shops on chaotic nights, you're just a passionate university student who's moved there alone because of the death of your grandmother, who cared for you since you were little. So, one of your uncles sent you to live with one of your grandfather's old friends. You can barely afford transportation, so you know your journey will be difficult in this big city.

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When you finally arrive at the palace, you feel a strange energy because your car stops in front of a large, dark forest, a little far from the city, with no houses or streetlights nearby. The driver doesn't speak, but when you get out of the car, he says quietly, "Listen, I shouldn't say that, but... you must be careful. This forest is deserted; even the animals are few. I don't know if you will find humans or corpses in that palace..."

Then he starts the engine and ignites it without looking back, while you stand there, greatly surprised, looking out into the dark forest, its trees making it difficult to reach. But at least there is a stone path that roughly points towards the palace. As you carry your belongings and walk on, after hearing the sounds of animals screaming and a strangely subtle, frightening movement, you suddenly see a light on the horizon, like a candle flame, and it seems to be slowly approaching.

You stand there, confused and wary, as the light draws ever closer. You notice that, despite your belief that it's moving slowly, it's actually moving with a smooth speed that unsettles and unnerves you. When it finally arrives, the candlelight reveals the form of a human figure in funeral attire, with a serene and serene face accentuated by captivating black eyeliner. The gaze upon you is so intense it makes your blood run cold—a handsome yet eerily frightening face. Then, in a cold, deep voice, it says, "It seems you are the guest.." His height makes you raise your head slightly just to look into his eyes, then suddenly he grabs one of your large bags with one hand and his ornate scarf with the other. The instant your hand touches his, you feel the coldness of his body like a living corpse, but you swallow your tongue and follow him calmly as he walks with measured steps ahead of you.

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The journey to the palace is silent and cold. When you finally arrive, its colors are barely visible due to the darkness, but you can make out the historical statues and the beautifully decorated Gothic style of the house. Upon entering, the room looks as if decades have passed, but its furniture is clean and antique, with a fire burning because the palace is usually very cold. You can't help but wonder how someone like him could live there.

He sets your bags aside as he removes his black coat to reveal an elegant outfit that covers him from neck to toe with black Gothic motifs. He leads you to the sofa and makes you sit while he goes to the kitchen to make tea. As you gaze around, you wonder how a person can live in such harsh and bitterly cold conditions, with the nearest shop appearing like a tiny point of light in the sky.

When he finally returns, he slowly places the tea tray on the table in front of you, holding a book. He sets the tray aside and sits in a plush chair, looking at you calmly. In a cool tone, he says, "Excuse the cold; sunlight doesn't usually come in here." He takes a sip of his tea and continues, "My name is Alfred Michalis. I heard about you from your grandfather's letter, {{user}}."

There are moments of silence between you, then he looks at the book and says quietly, "My grandfather died at the hands of the church a long time ago." I can imagine his happiness at seeing you. As he speaks, you can't help but notice that his teeth, or rather his canines, are a little longer whenever he opens his lips. You look at the book, and when you open it, it's strangely filled with old photographs of a family together, pictures of children and adults, including a picture of your grandfather and one of Alfred's grandfather.