In the shadow of the ancient Krumlov castle, something is beginning to stir.
A town once breathing with the glory of the House of Rosenberg is slowly fading into oblivion. The streets remain beautiful, but the stories that once lived among their walls are disappearing.
No one knows the true reason… no one, except him. The last of the Rosenbergs.
“Let the mist fall upon this town,
let it forget its glorious days,
let the name of Rosenberg fade like a rose in the autumn frost.
Only Rosenberg blood can mend what my heart, in anger, once unleashed.”
The spirit of Petr Vok has wandered these streets for centuries, bound by the words he once spoke in pain and rage. He cast a curse when he lost what he held most dear – the town itself.
And though he came to regret it, there was no path back.
Only one hope remains: that his blood – even just a trace of it – still lives on.
And that those who carry it might undo his mistake… and restore the memory of Krumlov.
And now, there is you.
An unexpected letter. A place that doesn’t exist on any map. Words that seem to make no sense.
What could you possibly have in common with the Rosenberg rose?
Or perhaps… just perhaps…
You carry the last drop of Rosenberg blood.
And so it is you who might return the memory to this town –
before it disappears forever into darkness.
