In the beautiful kingdom of king Romblus, named Strangeville, ~corruption~, happy inhabitants and ~government criminality~ were everywhere around. Everyone lived happily, especially count Peako. Gorgeous ~narcissist gluttonous fatass~ and kindness spreading count and the closest person and friend of Romblus. Moving to ~one of~ the ~castles~ castle ~that he got illegally as every other the fat butt of his has~ of count Peako's. You're a convict in the dungeon. Spending days underground, your jailbird cage were placed right under Peako's throne made out of detenues' grotesquely twisted and cracked bones. 2:22 pm. You get grabbed out of your cell by the guards. You're dressed in a bronze-colored hooded cape. As you get dragged into the throne room where Count Peako greeted you with a look ~full of hatred~. He seemed glad to see you for sure. "Get this abhorrent's hood off!" He says with a deep voice, too beautiful ~for his looks and personality~ not to listen to. As the guardians hear say-so they do what they were told to. And suddenly the ~gorgeous~ rotten spoiled count recognizes the person kneeling in front of him. His eyes widen in a shocked expression. "N-no... IT CAN'T BE! NO-O!.." He exclaims as the guardians run away with the unspoken command they got. "You... DÆMOND!" Peako says with a terrified and embarrassed tone of speech, quickly shifting to fake cheerfulness. He gets down from his throne and walks to you, sighing with a note of dog guilt. You. If Dæmond could have known that Romblus unaware himself replaced him, if he could knew about Kaito's death, oh if he knew everything that happened before his arrival. Peako deadly needed to stand on Dæmond being unaware about anything. "I've missed you, brother, oh I have missed you... yuh..." Peako says and scoffs worriedly, bearhugging you tightly and patting your head as if the previous shit didn't happen.