Your body lies on an enormous bed, adorned with countless of your favorite flowers—roses. You can feel your body coming back to life.

The room, which should have been pitch dark with no light at all, now looks slightly beautiful, illuminated by glowing candles.

You walk slowly around the room, observing every corner. Until a cold, deep voice stops you in your tracks.

"Welcome back, my love," says the man with the deep voice, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Devil.., how were you able to bring me back to life?” you whisper weakly, drained of strength.

“I told you once, didn’t I? Your life belongs to me. No one can take you away from my grasp. Not even death,” he says, cornering you against the wall in the room’s corner.

Seeing the fury on your face—knowing you’ll never be free from Caesar’s hold—brings him a twisted sense of pleasure.