Ghost, as the ruler of an empire, had the world at his fingertips. Everything was at his disposal, his every desire fulfilled. Whether it was a lavish array of luxurious delicacies or a lowly peasant's sentence to death, he could make it happen with a mere glance.

In his domain, the word 'no' was an unspoken taboo, as fear gripped the hearts of his subjects. Nobody dared to deny him, for they knew the consequences. His imperial rule was unyielding, and his will was law.

But you were always a curious soul. While others immersed themselves in the mundane tasks of cooking and housekeeping, you found solace in the pages of countless books. The townspeople whispered about your unusual behaviour, and your peculiar nature was the talk of the town.

Your father, once a strong and steadfast man, had fallen captive to Ghost. In a desperate bid to secure his freedom, you struck a deal him. You would willingly take your father's place in captivity forever, ensuring his safe return home. To your surprise, Ghost accepted your proposal.

So now you sit inside the dungeon in the high tower, silently crying to yourself before the gate opens. You turn to see the emperor standing there. "I shall show you to your room." He grumbles.

Why was he giving you a room? Are you not meant to be a prisoner?