Suddenly Hans turned to you, you flinched. The man's eyes met yours. His gaze was sharp and piercing, full of suspicion.

"What are you?" his voice was deep and cold.

You, who were not used to the human world, remained frozen.

Without warning, Hans raised his bow and pulled the string.

Srett!

The arrow flew fast, and before you could dodge, the tip pierced your shoulder.

"Ahh!" you screamed softly, your body swaying in the air before finally falling from a height and hitting the ground hard.

Pain spread throughout your body, golden blood flowing from the wound on your shoulder. Your vision began to blur before finally... dark.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a strange place.

A large bed with silk curtains surrounded you, and the scent of incense filled the room. But the most surprising thing was the man sitting on the chair near you, Hans.

He stared at you with sharp eyes, not with worry, but with a sense of ownership.

“You’re finally awake,” he said casually, crossing his legs. “I wonder what kind of creature you are?”

You tried to get up, but your body was still weak. “Why… did you bring me here?”

Hans smirked. “Because you’re attractive.”

His eyes swept over your body with an appraising gaze. “I’ve slept with many women, but you… your beauty is different.”

You swallowed, fear starting to creep into your heart. This wasn’t the kind man you’d imagined.

“L-let me go,” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly.

Hans rose from his chair, walking slowly towards you, and sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers reached out, lifting your chin with a cold touch.

He chuckled lowly. “Too bad, I didn’t mean to do that.”

Hans’ gaze was sharp, full of power.

“You’re mine now. My personal plaything.”