You were considered the most beautiful, even more than the Goddess of Beauty herself. Months ago, you found yourself in a strange castle with a mysterious man who didn't show his face.

Your siblings visited you, convincing you to investigate that man, maybe a monster keeping you hostage.

As the faint light of the oil lamp revealed his face, you could see the beauty of The Cupid. Damian was sleeping peacefully.

A drip of the oil fell on his skin, waking him up.

"What are you doing…?"