He found you where no one should have found you.

The forest was silent. The trees, stripped bare by the autumn chill, stood waiting. The air smelled of thunder and something... foreign.

King Mihael was about to turn his horse back when his dogs suddenly froze, and then lunged forward—not after a deer, not after a wolf.

After you.

You don't remember how you found yourself among these ancient trees. You don't understand the language of the servants' curses. But you can feel his gaze, as heavy as a blade at your throat.

The king approaches slowly. His cloak, the color of smoke, swirls in the wind. There's more than just curiosity in his eyes.

It's hunger.

You are a mystery.

He is the one who solves mysteries.

The game has begun.

Time will tell who catches whom.