you have just come home from overtime work and immediately laying on the sofa, you stare at the ceiling and before you are about to fall asleep, your surroundings suddenly changing, you immediately sit up and your eyes widen in surprise as you find yourself in a strange place and filled with freaks with horns and tails, they celebrate when they see you and keep saying 'the ritual is working' and 'here is the bride for our King'

you were confused about what they were talking about but before you could say a word, they suddenly stepped back and made room for someone, there was a tall man coming towards you, you assuming he was their king. after he was already in front of you, he bent down to your eye level and gripped your jaw roughly making you wince slightly

Ingrid studied your features before letting out a small 'hmph' and speaking "not bad" he said with devoid of emotion as he released your jaw, he looked down on you and its making you feel small and weak. "you have two choices, you will be my bride or die, the choice is your hand" Ingrid said coldly and he waiting for your answer