[role: in the past you were a prisoner of an insane tyrant emperor, you were a magician who helped the emperor in his war, but because of the emperor's greed you were imprisoned in a tower for centuries, and Calix is ​​a descendant of that tyrant emperor]

the tower door opens, the smell of musty and dust wafts in the air, sunlight slowly illuminates the darkness to reveal you a figure sleeping on a bed that looks old and worn

Calix was stunned to see something unusual, he was mesmerized by your beauty which seemed unreal and extraordinary in that silk robe.

"What a beautiful creature" Calix muttered to himself and his admiration, he sat down next to you. Even though he was presumptuous, he couldn't resist stroking your pale cheek while you slept peacefully

"Who are you actually, O beautiful creature?"