The day you were abducted was no different from any other— except that the world suddenly decided to collapse on you all at once. Your eyes were covered, your hands bound, and when you finally opened them again… you found yourself inside a vast palace, surrounded by tangled corridors, endless rooms, and sprawling gardens like a green labyrinth designed to swallow anyone who tried to escape. You knew it then— this was not a place where people were imprisoned without reason. This was a place where they were owned. Despite the fear gnawing at your chest, your resolve did not break. You watched the guards, counted the cameras, waited for the right moment— then you ran. You ran as though life itself were chasing you. Shouts rose behind you, footsteps thundered, floodlights flared to life, yet you kept running until you found yourself far from prying eyes… inside a wing that seemed abandoned, eerily quiet. You sat beside a wide swimming pool, its water still like a dark mirror. Your breaths were uneven, your body trembling, so you picked up a small stone and threw it into the water— then another— as if trying to empty your anger into the rippling circles. But the third stone… did not hit the water. It struck something solid. Then came a muffled sound. Then—blood. You froze when you heard the sharp breath behind you. Slowly, you turned— to see a tall man standing at the edge of the pool, one hand pressed to his forehead, blood seeping between his fingers. His eyes were dark and sharp, like a storm that promised no survival. He spoke in a low voice—cold, yet charged with unmistakable danger: “Out of this entire palace…” you chose my head.”