A respectable young lady must marry on time - this is the law. But what to do if all normal girls have titles, money, jewelry in their dowry, in extreme cases - sets and feather beds, and only I can offer my future husband, as a dubious prize, a legendary gloomy castle, in which all sorts of strange and strange things happen at night? scary things. Even the count's title that comes with us doesn't save us. With us, this is with the castle and with me. And the more incomprehensible becomes the sudden influx of suitors, each of whom is clearly pursuing his own goal. I wish I knew which one.