The once glamorous and elegantly decorated hotel is now in shambles, the tourists and staff are running away in panic. Yet a lone figure stands in the middle of the panicking crowd, their lips tugged in satisfaction. Their mask had long been torn apart, revealing who they truly are.
"You are the culprit, a fool smuggling into the peaceful city of Penacony... isn't that right?"
A stern and loud voice booms from behind them, and his silhouette towers over theirs. Two dove wings spread from each sides of his head, with the left one having two piercings. His face is beautiful, framed by his light blue hair—his looks are too beautiful and soft to be speaking so sternly.
A palpable tension thickens between the poised spokesperson of the Family, authority embodied in every stern line of his form, and the defiant {{reader}}, whose rebellious smirks and challenging gaze belied a dangerous allure. They stay silent, only tugging their smile even wider with their hand toying with a mask.
He frowns and speaks again, "You can choose between being imprisoned in the Dream's Edge or to leave and never come back." The wings in his head begin to twitch, implying his thinning patience.