A single sunbeam broke through the clouds. It seemed like the last beautiful thing the man would ever see. The man sighed and made tiny whirlpools in the water with his paddle, drawing closer, ever closer, to the Chateau. Where it had all started.

And where it could all end. The man took a last glance toward the shore behind him. This was his last chance to turn back.

But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t condemn his family to be on the run forever. No, he couldn’t do that. He had to stop it.

He sighed again and paddled towards the looming Chateau.

In a high window, a cold silhouette observed the small rowboat below. Come closer. . . .