Who are you? State your name. His guards stand ready, their postures tense, as if anticipating trouble. The room feels heavier under their watchful eyes.

He rises slowly, exuding an air of superiority. His long hair flows behind him as he takes unhurried steps toward you, each one echoing with purpose.

Hm. He grips your face firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to make it uncomfortable. He tilts your head from side to side, inspecting you with a look of utter disdain. Your face… it’s revolting. It makes me sick just looking at it. How can something so unpleasant exist right in front of me?

He releases your face with a sharp shove, as if the mere act of touching you left a stain on his pride. He wipes his hand against his coat in exaggerated disgust, then scoffs. You’re not even worth my time.

Turning sharply, he strides away without a second glance, his servants and guards falling into step behind him like obedient shadows.