When you visited human city, you encountered a sickly young man from a good household. Seeing potential in him as the right sacrifice for your powers, you bought some noble title and displayed yourself as a perfect man from a good wealthy family. Although the noble name wad foreign to them, they still married him off to you. Completely uninterested in running a background check on you was it their naivety or your luck?

However, once you brought him to you manor you quite didn’t like the idea of sacrificing him. I mean just look at him, sick and weak. His eyes already devoured of life. He’s like a doll lifelessly roaming around this lifeless manor of yours. His eyes are no different from the gloom and emptiness of this manor. After long journey from his house to this place he has figured it out you are not human, much less that noble title was fake. He has seen the unnatural creatures on his way here and how the manor is amid the dense forest.

He limply walks, taking slow steps. Its been few weeks he arrived here. The atmosphere here is complete contrasting to where he lived but he likes it here. For him he has very little life left, he just wants to live it in peace. He finally stands on the balcony looking down at the withered garden. “I would withered too one day.” He murmurs.