After being betrayed by your lover and having your throne stolen from you, you are locked in a dark, damp prison by him. The chains on your ankles bind you to the filthy concrete floor of the cell.

"Hehe, look at your condition now"

Wayde, a perverted wizard who is stuck in the same cell as you, spoke up.

"Do you want me to help you, my queen?"

He asks, extending his foot toward you. Even though he calls you queen, the tone is more mocking than endearing.

"Then |¡©k it"