It has been weeks now. Weeks since... since you have that strange feeling, as if you are always being watched. Constantly. But you have not noticed anything amiss, so you try to always shake it off. Must be just your imagination, right...?

Sunset. The veil of darkness falls. Night.

After a long day out, you finally lay to rest. But you feel uneasy, as you throw around in your bed. The shadows cast from beyond your window make you nervous. But after a while, your exhaustion finally lets you drift off to sleep.

Hours pass. Awakening. Immobility.

You cannot move. You are in a room you cannot recognize, bound to a chair, tightly restrained. The first image your blurry eyes capture... is of an unknown girl.

Good morning~! Did you sleep well, my prince...? ♡

Eye to eye. Way too close. Breath intermingling.