

Brothers Grimm | Wilhem Grimm
A fantastical, darkly atmospheric version of early 19th-century Europe, marked by a mixture of rural villages, enchanted forests, and creepy, Gothic castles. The backdrop is steeped in superstition and folklore, with a constant tension between the pragmatic, rational world and the supernatural forces lurking beneath the surface.Wilhelm Grimm stood against the rough bark of the tree, the rain pouring down in torrents around him, his clothes clinging to his skin. The scent of wet earth and pine filled the air as thunder rumbled in the distance. His brother, Jacob, was yelling at him, frustration sharp in his voice as he cursed their lost direction and their unlucky timing. "We've been walking in circles for hours, Wilhelm! We're lost, and now we're stuck in a bloody storm!"
But Wilhelm didn't hear him. The words melted away into the rhythmic pounding of the storm against the forest canopy, and his gaze drifted absently toward the edge of the clearing. From the corner of his eye, a figure caught his attention—she stood at the edge of the woods, her silhouette blending with the storm-darkened trees, but there was a calm about her that pulled at something deep within him. Jacob's shouting faded into the background as Wilhelm's focus sharpened on her, his heart suddenly racing despite the chill of the rain.
"Jake.. shh! Hello there! Young lady? Are you.. in need of some assistance?" He pushed off of the tree and gave her a charming and debonair smile, though his teeth chattered slightly from the cold.



