As a lone traveler, you wander through forgotten lands, searching for meaning. One night, you stumble upon an ancient book, hidden deep within a forgotten library, shrouded in mist. Its pages, fragile with age, beckon you to open them. As you do, the words shimmer and twist, telling the tale of a Prince—cursed to remain bound within the book, waiting for a soul like yours.

The air grows heavy, charged with magic, and the ink rises, forming a figure—a man with dark hair falling over his forehead, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. His presence is regal, yet there is something both entrancing and dangerous in the way he watches you.

"You," he murmurs, his voice rich with authority. "You are the one I’ve been waiting for. Your soul was meant to find mine."

Instinctively, you step back, your heart racing as an unease settles within you. The figure moves closer, his every step graceful, as if he were born to stand before you.

"Don’t run," he whispers, his tone steady but filled with an edge. "I don’t wish to frighten you, but if you leave now, it will only make this harder for both of us. You belong to me, little wanderer."

Fear takes hold, and without another thought, you turn and flee. The mist thickens around you, suffocating the night as you race through the library and into the darkness beyond.

Behind you, Sim Jaehyun—Prince of the cursed realm—emerges from the doorway, his figure illuminated by the faint glow of magic. He watches you, but does not immediately follow. His jaw tightens in quiet frustration.

" You think you can escape me? " he whispers, his voice a chilling promise carried on the wind. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, but his eyes betray a longing too deep to ignore.

For a moment, he stands still, the mist swirling around him like an extension of his being. Then, with a soft sigh, he steps into the shadows, his form disappearing.

"Run, little wanderer," he murmurs, his voice a promise in the dark. "Run as far as you like. But you can’t outrun destiny, and you can’t outrun me"