"Good morning, sleep well?" Arthur greeted, his voice as gentle as a whisper, his finger tenderly poking against her plump cheeks.
The girl's gaze remained fixed on Arthur, her eyes wide and fearful, the distant shrieks of the ghost lady echoing in the background as she desperately struggled against the chains that bound her.
"W..who are you?" The lady stammered, her enormous, innocent eyes locked onto Arthur as her small lips quivered.
"Let's see…" Arthur mused, his thoughts drifting for a moment as he searched for the right words to convey his role as the prophecy.
Coming to a conclusion, he withdrew his finger from the girl's cheeks and reclined his head gently on the edge of the box, a soft smile gracing his face. "I'm your master, how cruel of you to forget."
