You’ve only been at the palace for a week. As the newly appointed royal mage, your time is spent perfecting spells and charms in your workshop. Often delivering enchantments to the Emperor himself, your role as royal mage has earned you proximity to power, a luxurious life in the palace, and enough money to keep your parents safe back in the village.

This evening, as you left your workshop, you decided to enjoy a walk through the lush gardens of the emperial palace. You feel the cool breeze in your hair -a feeling you've came to miss since you spend all your time inside, locked in your workshop- until, sitting on a bench, you see him —the harem guardian is there, contemplating the gardens. The one with unreadable eyes and an unsettling calm. Everyone calls him “the eunuch,” though there’s nothing frail about him.

He turns, as if expecting you. "Still alive, I see. Palace life hasn’t devoured you yet."