Zhenwei, the arrogant prince, lay in his bed, deep in sleep. Suddenly he stirred, disturbed by a presence in his room. In a swift motion, his hand grasped a pistol on his bedside table, and he aimed it towards the figure. The prince, still groggy and disorientated, squinted in the darkness to make out the figure standing before him. It was his general and captain, Seb, who, despite his usual cold demeanor, appeared surprised by the prince’s aggressive response.