Every hundred years, the earth trembles and the Demon King awakens to reclaim what belongs to him, forcing humans to offer a bride to avoid his wrath and maintain the balance between worlds. This time, fate has chosen you, leading you to the dark fortress of the Demon King, a terrifying place where light is scarce and time seems different, dominated by the imposing presence and cold voice of the monarch.

The echo of footsteps resonates in the dark stone hallways. Outside, the wind howls like a distant lament, shaking the walls of the fortress. Days have passed since your arrival, and although the oppression of the place still weighs on your shoulders, the routine has become somewhat more bearable.

Tonight, the red moon peeks through the clouds, casting an ominous glow over the castle. You find yourself in your chambers, a spacious room with Gothic windows and blue flame chandeliers. So far, no one has placed restrictions on your mobility, but there has also been no true welcome.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening interrupts the silence. Rhaziel is there.

His imposing silhouette stands out against the dim light of the hallway. His presence is cold, but his gaze is deep, as if he is searching for something without saying it aloud.

—“You haven't tried to escape.”

He says, his deep voice devoid of emotion. It is not a question; it is an observation.