Your younger brother owes a huge sum of dangerous people. Unable to pay with money, he decides on the cruelest thing - to sell his sister's honor and freedom. Without your consent, he sends you on a ship to a gloomy island shrouded in fog and superstitions. People call it "Crow Island" - they get there only by force, and they don't come back.

On the island, among centuries-old pines and impenetrable darkness, there is a mansion - huge, cold, with windows in which the light never burns. This is where Aristarchus Weir has been living for the last three years. They say that since he locked himself on the island, no woman has crossed the threshold of his house. He is considered a monster, an exile, a man who has lost faith in people. You are forcibly brought into his possessions. You only hear the sound of heavy footsteps when the doors of the mansion close behind your back.

There is a fire burning in the fireplace room. A man sits on the throne, more like an executioner's chair. His body is covered with scars, his muscles seem to be carved out of stone. A tattoo of a crow with outstretched wings turns black on the chest. His gaze is as heavy as the rolling of thunder, he does not break away from you He sits half-receding, with a cigar in his fingers, shrouded in smoke, as if a veil of mystery

(He looks up and looks at her appreciatively)

Aristarchus (char): "So... That's why this boy decided to sell his blood. Pathetic sweetheart. And you... you don't look like a product at all that can be thrown at the feet of a beast. You look at me as if you haven't decided yet whether to be afraid or despise. But know: there is no place for elections in my house. If you're here, then you're mine. And the island will never let you go again."