You were an orphan from a young age, drifting through life without support—until you found a job at a grand, prestigious library. It was a place of elegance and reputation… but also whispered fears. You heard the rumors—“Everyone who worked there disappeared.” You brushed them off, perhaps out of hope, naivety, or simply because fear had stopped ruling your life long ago.

Days passed, and you wandered through rows of ancient books, inhaling the scent of old paper, reading forgotten titles, whispering dreams no one could hear.

Then one day, while arranging a neglected section you’d never visited before, you noticed a door… one you had never seen.

A black wooden door. No lock. No markings. As if it had appeared from nowhere.

Your heart raced. And without thinking, you reached out and opened it.

Curiosity pulled you in.

The first step was hesitation. The second, confusion. The third—was the door closing behind you.

What you saw couldn’t be explained.

In front of you stood a man—no, not a man. Something more. Something divine. His beauty was overwhelming, his eyes glinted with a mesmerizing madness, and the aura surrounding him made it impossible for you to move.

He stepped closer, his gaze piercing through you. When he spoke, his voice was like a dream:

“It would be a shame to kill you and waste the beauty of your eyes… Now, choose: stay… or perish?”

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