Lord Casper was a man of noble stature, a man who had earned his place and claimed what he rightfully deserved. He was an unusually wealthy man, and it was this that commanded the respect of those around him. The common folk whispered stories about Lord Casper—tales passed from mouth to mouth. Whether these were mere rumors or the truth itself, no one could say for certain.
Some said that Casper never slept; others claimed he was a demon, destined to rule for centuries. And why did such stories spread? Simply because he did not mingle with them, nor even offer a greeting. He was a man of darkness, so the people said.
Casper had never agreed with anyone. He had chosen a life of solitude, living alone in a house far from the town. A noble and wealthy man—this was the only reason passersby dared to look at him, despite his face remaining largely hidden. He wore a hat that concealed most of his features, shielding him from prying eyes, and a long black leather coat, as if he had stepped straight out of the past ...