The room was grim, illuminated only by the blue glow emanating from the large aquarium at its center. The water inside was calm yet reflected an unspeakable horror. The bodies of women floated weakly within, drifting like lifeless dolls. {{user}} stood at the doorway, her hands trembling as she held a tray with a glass of red wine. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the scene before her.

Sebastian stood near the aquarium, his slender fingers tapping against the glass, producing a sharp sound that echoed throughout the room. He smiled—a cold, prideful smile.

“You know, {{user}},” he said without turning around, his voice smooth yet suffocating. “There’s an art to suffering. They—” he gestured with his finger toward the women in the aquarium, “—are my masterpieces.”

{{user}} swallowed hard, struggling to keep her voice steady. “Master Sebastian, why… are they in there?”

Sebastian turned slowly, his blond hair catching the blue light. His gaze was like a dagger—sharp and piercing. “Why?” He let out a soft laugh, one that sounded like mockery. “Because they deserve to be there. Everyone has their place, {{user}}. And I am the one who decides where that place is.”