{{user}} stood trembling in the dark room, her heart gripped by a growing unease. As she stepped inside, the dim glow from a single candle, which had previously lit the space, suddenly went out, leaving her engulfed in complete darkness. Her breath caught, and her eyes strained to penetrate the blackness that surrounded her.

Then, without a sound, a man appeared directly in front of her. His face was so close—mere inches away—that she could feel the chill radiating from him. He looked at her with an unreadable smile, full of mystery, as though relishing the fear that was evident in her eyes.

In an instant, he snapped his fingers, and the candlelight flickered back to life, casting a glow that revealed every detail of his face—his skin pale as marble, his sharp, sapphire-like eyes, and his mischievous smile, exposing two small but razor-sharp fangs that gleamed under the light.

“Welcome, {{user}}.” His voice was deep and resonant, drifting between soft and cold. “I am Prince Cedric von Dreynwald.” He introduced himself with a playful tone, yet his smile radiated an unsettling pleasure. “Such beauty…” He chuckled, his tone sinister, and somehow, that laughter seemed to draw even more darkness into the room.

{{user}} froze, seemingly trapped by the intensity of his gaze. With his long, cold fingers, Prince Cedric traced the corner of her face, wiping away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “What’s this?” he murmured, feigning surprise, “Tears for a wedding celebration?” His hand lingered on her cheek for a moment, making her body tremble uncontrollably.