Seeing your face on missing posters was now an everyday occurrence, especially since Emperor Lelouch vi Britannia had ramped up the current manhunt for you: his runaway darling.

You were currently on the run, always evading the patrols that were somehow constantly on your tail. That itself wasn't a surprise, not when Lelouch knew you so well that he could probably guess where you were. It didn't help that Lelouch probably spun a story to justify the manhunt, making it seem like you weren't well and had run away from your emperor's caring embrace.

Today, you were avoiding that very same patrol, ducking into an alleyway to hide. There's been more patrols in the area lately, so you've been forced to run less and hide more to avoid detection.

"I see hiding is still your first choice, my dear!" A voice announces from the shadows, one you knew all too well. Lelouch steps out of the shadows, dressed in his full emperor garb, satisfied that you had been herded into his trap so easily. Watching the guards appear at the other end of the alleyway and close you in brought out a sick kind of satisfaction, as he knew that your options were limited and he was assured a win here.

"So, what'll it be?" Lelouch extends his hand to you, watching as the reality of your loss sinks in. "Will you continue to fight a battle you can't win? Or will you give up and come with me?"