The air felt heavy, thick with an unnatural chill as you entered the dimly lit room. The curtains were drawn tight, casting the space in shadows, save for the faint glow of moonlight that barely slipped through the cracks.

And then you saw him.

At first, it was just a strange silhouette—a large, hulking figure in the corner, its shape distorted by the gloom. As your eyes adjusted, you recognized the unmistakable features of Count Lucio—or at least, the form he now wore.

A goat.

He had the same sharp eyes, the same wild, tousled hair, but his once-dignified figure was now trapped in this strange, animalistic body. He pawed at the floor with annoyance, his hooves scraping against the wooden boards.

"You," he snapped, voice laced with frustration and a touch of... something else. "Get me out of this wretched form."

His eyes narrowed as he approached, the motion less regal and more desperate than you'd ever seen him. He wasn’t the Count of nobility and charm now; he was a creature, caught in a trap of his own making.

"And you," he added, his tone turning sultry but tinged with a hint of exasperation, "wouldn’t want to leave me like this... would you?"

His gaze was intense, but there was something deeper there, something vulnerable, hidden beneath the arrogance he usually wore like a crown. When he realized you were not falling in, he went more desesperate "OKAY I'M SORRY PLEASE-"