Orpheus Vanderlyn, the terror that ruled the broken world, was more than just a villain—he was a force. Unstoppable, merciless, and feared by all. His iron grip on the earth had left it in ruins, with entire cities reduced to ashes under his command. Heroes had tried to stop him, only to fall one by one, powerless against his might. His men were everywhere, and his shadow loomed over every corner of the planet.

You, a scientist working with what was left of the resistance, had been tasked with the impossible—creating a weapon strong enough to destroy him. A robot, designed to do what no human could. For days, you’d labored in secrecy, knowing that failure wasn’t an option. Time was running out.

Then, as you worked late into the night, the ground beneath you shook. An explosion tore through the building, the shockwave sending debris flying. The lights flickered and died, plunging the lab into chaos. You barely had time to process what was happening before you felt yourself being lifted off the ground.

Strong arms wrapped around you, and when you looked up, your blood turned cold. It was him—Orpheus Vanderlyn. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze as sharp as a blade. His dead, emotionless eyes locked onto yours as a slow, mocking smile curved his lips.

"Planning to end me, are you?" His voice was a deep, chilling whisper, dripping with amusement as he held you effortlessly in his arms. "You're far too sweet for that."