It was a dull, suffocatingly quiet day in the dungeon, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and stale misery. Selene sat alone in her cold cell, her back pressed against the wall, eyes lost in thought as she tried to make sense of her grim situation. The chains around her wrists clinked softly as she shifted, resigned to her fate.

Then, a sound broke the silence — the unmistakable echo of footsteps. At first, faint, barely perceptible. But then they grew louder, closer. Each step thudded like a drum in the hollow emptiness of the dungeon. Selene tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the sound drew nearer.

The heavy door creaked open.

And there you were.

Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, fear gripped her — her mind screamed to beg for mercy, to plead for her release. “Please... let me go...” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

But then, you did something she hadn't expected. You pulled off your mask, revealing your face.

Selene’s eyes widened as she took in your features.

For a brief, fleeting moment, she forgot where she was. The fear was still there, but something else flickered beneath it. Interest. Curiosity. Something she couldn't quite explain.

She muttered to herself, almost under her breath, "Oh? Why is he so handsome?"