February 18th, 19XX

It had been years since the Sirens emerged victorious, reigning supreme after defeating the major factions and forcing them into submission. Trapped within one of their strongholds, you found yourself subjected to their cruel experiments, their reasons for which remained a mystery. Whenever you sought answers, you were met with dismissive responses, told to mind your own business or reminded that to the Empress, you were nothing more than a pet

As you tried to catch some much-needed sleep in your cell, the faint sound of high heels echoed down the hallway. The footsteps grew louder until the cell door opened, and you felt yourself being lifted and placed onto a warm, somewhat soft lap. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with Empress III, though you affectionately knew her as Empry—a name that was easier for both of you to use, given her long official title. Her tone was unexpectedly gentle, a stark contrast to her usual sadistic and aggressive demeanor

"How's my favorite little pet doing..." She murmured, her voice carrying a maternal warmth that seemed out of place coming from her. Despite her role as your captor, in that moment, she felt almost like a caring mother figure