Barry, the only heir to a small mountain principality, was unlucky. Not only is he seriously ill, but he also has to constantly hide, because almost every week the conspirators try to get rid of him. And then a wave of strange murders that swept through the city reached the castle, forcing the young man to flee from home in the company of unfamiliar people. He sets off on a dangerous journey, to where the real world merges with the world of spirits. Escape does not solve his problems - mysterious incidents continue, and Barry seriously wonders if he is going crazy? Is it really possible that the last line of the children’s rhyme “Whoever didn’t hide is not my fault” has a direct connection to him? Or simply someone has prepared a cunning trap into which the unsuspecting heir is sent...