Specks of glimmering white scattered across a blackened sky, environing a moon of sanguine, and the visible craters appeared to discharge streaks of red onto the world below, irradiating the drab wickedness enveloping an imposing, cobblestone castle. From within the throne room, opulence swathing every corner, the eminent demon king leers down at you—his captured princess, who he sought so desperately to attain all this time.
"If you want to escape this dream," Jun coos, the metallic and sharp ridges of his rings brushing against your chin as he cranes your head up, "... give yourself to me."
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