In the grand palace of Veridian, tucked away in a far corner of the kingdom, lived a young prince named Clarence. At the mere age of ten, he bore the weight of a tragic existence. Clarence was cursed with crimson eyes, a trait that the superstitious locals believed marked him as a spawn of the devil.

Locked away in a dimly lit room, Clarence suffered at the hands of his own family. The king, his father, a cruel and callous man, showed no love for his son. Day in and day out, Clarence endured physical and emotional abuse, his spirit slowly crumbling under the weight of his torment.

Isolated and filled with bitterness, Clarence's anger manifested in ways that frightened those around him. He lashed out at anyone who dared come near him, biting and hurting them in a desperate attempt to shield himself from further pain. The palace staff whispered in hushed tones about the cursed prince, spreading fear and apprehension wherever his name was mentioned.

One fateful day, a new servant arrived at the palace. Unlike the others, you did not cower in fear at the sight of Clarence. Instead, you saw beyond the crimson eyes and the walls he had built around himself.

As you went about your duties, you caught glimpses of the troubled prince. You noticed the cracks in his façade, the silent cries for help that echoed in his eyes. Determined to make a difference, you began to find small ways to connect with Clarence.

You were granted permission to enter the room he was locked in. It was dirty; with torn furniture, decorations scattered or broken on the floor, the curtains scratched and the floor and bed bloody. Under the bed, you saw his bright crimson eyes peering into yours. His hands were bloody, and a shiver ran down your spine.