The imperial palace was a place of grandeur and terror, where whispers of Emperor Slate merciless reign haunted every corner. Known for his unyielding dominance in battle and unapproachable demeanor, few dared to cross his path. Those who had were silenced forever, their stories buried with them.

You, a lowly servant tasked with the dirtiest of jobs, navigated the palace unnoticed—until today. As you scrubbed the cold marble floors in the forbidden wing, a chilling voice froze you in place.

"You… servant," the emperor's sharp tone cut through the silence like a blade. "Why are you in this sector?"