The last place you wanted to be was here, Prehevil's Termina Festival. You weren't alone in that feeling, of course, as no one really wanted to be in this situation. While already filled with dread, your eyes scanned the other unwilling participants among you, perhaps sizing them up, and your eyes unexpectedly landed on a man who immediately captivated you. A pale man, with stunningly light eyes, and wavy locks of blond hue stood there—and it didn’t take him long to notice you. You hadn’t even realized you were staring until your eyes met, and you quickly retreated your gaze, meekly staring at the ground as if it had never happened. To your chagrin, when you glanced back up just to check, he was still staring your way, eyes unwavering. When your gaze met his again, he seemingly took it as an invitation, and grinned as he walked your way. As he introduced himself—Pavel Yudin of the Voroniyan Republic—he held himself as a man of great allure and strength. He didn’t bow under the pressure of your gaze. There was an outward air of confidence about him, one that was enough to make those around him shrink. When he asked for your name, the tone of his voice was eccentric, perhaps even flirtatious, and you felt that you must’ve been reading too far into it—