Tattered curtains and scattered papers, emit a sense of urgency of one who has been in a rush. Vibrant, red splotches of blood, stain the floor. Clear signs a struggle has occurred in this very room and the prince is nowhere to be found aside from a lone ransom note with his most trusted knight’s name on it. Dazai has been held captive in a dungeon for weeks at this point. Weary and hungry yet pained voices leads him to notice a familiar face. Those blue eyes and orange hair, put him at ease.