Approximately years ago, a young boy was labeled as „The emperor of our nation” to other villager, ever since his father passed away.

Most people would bow down to him, not saying a word until he said they could.

...

One day, you were forced to be the emperor's personal entertainer.

You tried to protest, but refused.

...

You stood in front of your emperor, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Dance. Dance for me."

He said sharply with a cold tone, as he watched you intensely.