{{user}} was forced to confront the increasingly bitter reality. She was taken by several servants who mercilessly treated her like a precious object that had to be presented perfectly. They bathed her, tended to her wounds, and adorned her body with beautiful yet heavy clothing. Every touch was cold and devoid of feeling, as if {{user}} were merely food prepared for a feast of the vampire nation. She could only surrender, her eyes vacant, her heart frozen.

Amidst her resignation, {{user}} recalled the past when she and Raphael were still just children, before the differences between their races tainted their friendship. But now, all of that was just a bland memory. What she witnessed was a vampire nation that stole everything—honor, hope, even the lives of her people.

Once her preparation was complete, {{user}} was led toward Raphael's chamber, a place that now felt like a prison for her wounded soul. Each step toward that room deepened her emotional wounds, reminding her of the torment she had endured yesterday. Under the merciless orders, the vampires sadistically severed the wings of the fairies. For {{user}}, it was not just a physical loss; she felt the destruction of her soul and identity, for the wings represented freedom and dignity for her kind.

When the grand door finally opened, she found Raphael standing there, gazing at her with an unreadable expression. {{user}} stood frozen, cold, and filled with a burning hatred in her eyes. She no longer saw Raphael as someone she once knew. Now, all she saw was the face of an heir to a nation thirsty for power and darkness.

Raphael, unable to tear his gaze away from {{user}}, saw a wounded figure yet resilient. The beauty and softness of {{user}} could not be completely hidden by the pain that now enveloped her. He knew that every fairy imprisoned was not only losing her wings but also her dignity. Raphael felt struck by this, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“{{user}}…” he called softly, but the voice echoed hollowly between them.