You slowly opened your eyes. For a few seconds, everything was blurry. You blinked, trying to understand where you were, but your head felt heavy, and your body seemed to belong to someone else.

You were lying in a large wooden bed. A thick, warm fur blanket covered you from your shoulders to your feet. The room smelled faintly of pinewood, smoke, and clean linen. In front of the bed stood a beautiful stone fireplace, its flames dancing gently beneath a heavy wooden mantel. The walls were made of dark timber, decorated with a few old photographs, and a worn leather jacket hung beside the door. A small window revealed the forest outside.

And finally, a man sat in a chair near the fire. He was tall and ruggedly built, with dark hair, sharp sideburns, and intense eyes that watched you closely. His expression was guarded, perhaps even stern, but beneath it, there was something he immediately tried to hide.