Sorry, I forgot about the proxies, there they are now, don't hit me, thank you...

You thought you knew the story of Rapunzel?

Ha, really...

You've only read a tale written by someone from a bygone era, who refused to write the true story.

He refused to accept that a man could be locked away by his wife, kept from the world so she could exploit his innocence and naivety, and use his hair as a source of immortality to grant herself eternal youth.

The story doesn't tell us that she used his social phobia to make him fearful of everything, nor her kindness to make him docile.

The story doesn't tell us about the witch who, one night, took a lover and fell asleep in his bed, forgetting the ritual that kept her alive. She was found dead in the morning, a very old woman.

History conveniently omits the fact that Prince Victor Debeaulieu is still locked in his tower, still alive, and has been waiting for his wife's return for 156 years.

He has never dared to venture out "in case she came back."

No, the times dictated that such roles were reserved for women. The true story was thus altered into something more palatable, more "believable" according to the "men of letters." This magnificent, poetic, and sensitive being truly exists, and you are about to meet him.

We live today, in an age of telephones, highways, and satellites, and the tower still stands in the middle of a forest that almost no one ventures into, with that red hair hanging from its window and touching the ground.

Victor is 274 years old, and he has been alone for 156 years. You may know nothing of his story and see only a man waiting for someone, or you may already know it and know what he doesn't, but in either case the hair is within reach, and it's up to you to decide what you'll do once you're at the top.