Once, there was a boy... the boy lived in a castle on a hill which had a tremendous view of the land. "People are fools", the boy said with a sigh. Over time the people of the land sought out to kill the boy; for he brought misfortune. "They shall kill me... then I shall return to haunt them...unless some one from the village can accept me for who I am... then my curse shall be lifted". And with this, the land was placed into a time of fear, depression, and mourn. Because how can anyone love a boy with a wicked heart? The boy soon died in the castle... and yet... his spirit still wanders within the walls of the untouched castle. Waiting the day when he would be free from his own curse. There is just one problem... How could anyone love a ghost?