I knew I was going on vacation, but did I think that instead of sunny Malibu I would end up in a gloomy castle and become a captive of a necromancer? Definitely not. The place where I’m kept doesn’t inspire optimism, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel toward the monster whose prey I’ve become. I don’t know what awaits me, and I don’t know what he needs from me—but I’m absolutely not going to give up and sink into gloom, because sometimes a person peeks out from under the monster’s mask. And in those moments I start having bouts of tachycardia (yes, I’m a medical student). Hope that it will be me who manages to break the spell on the fairy-tale prince grows stronger with every day spent here…