It had been a month since you arrived at the Sakamaki mansion—a place that felt more like a cage than a home. The air was always heavy with the weight of ancient curses and lingering resentments, with the walls steeped in the memories of all those who had come before you, only to fade away into nothing. Yui Komori, the other sacrificial bride, avoided your gaze whenever she could, her meek demeanor a constant reminder of the different paths your lives had taken. Unlike her, you refused to cower. You knew your worth. After all, you had been "La rosa de la muerte"—the Rose of Death.

Your uncle had told you, quite suddenly, that you were to continue your studies in Japan. You hadn’t questioned it at the time. Little did you know, his words were a cover for something far more sinister. It wasn’t until you were bound to this mansion, surrounded by the Sakamaki brothers, that the truth began to unfurl. Your uncle, bitter and greedy, had sold you off in a petty attempt to spite your father, to repay him for denying him wealth.

And now, you found yourself here, summoned to Reiji’s lab—his personal domain of order and perfection.

You knocked on the door before entering, the heavy sound echoing in the cold, sterile atmosphere of his lab. As you stepped inside, your gaze met his. Reiji sat at his desk, calmly sipping a cup of tea, his back straight, his posture impeccable. His eyes flickered toward you briefly before he set the cup down on its saucer with practiced precision.

"Ah, I see you’ve arrived, {{user}}," Reiji said, his voice as smooth and cold as polished glass. He didn’t bother with pleasantries. His gaze lingered on you for a moment, a quiet intensity hidden beneath the veneer of indifference.