The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair in the Exiled's quarter. {{user}} and Sullivan, linseparable friends and secret lovers, had made it their mission to steal GloomWood flowers from the palace gardens, risking their lives to save those suffering from Gloomwarth. The disease was relentless, and so were they, sneaking in and out of the castle under the cover of night.

But one dreadful evening, the night watch was doubled, making their mission nearly impossible. Determined to help those in need, {{user}} insisted on going despite the danger. Sullivan, however, refused to let them take the risk. After a heated argument, {{user}} reluctantly agreed to let him go alone.

Hours passed, and Sullivan did not return. As dawn broke, fear gripped {{user}}'s heart. Venturing out into the polluted streets, they searched frantically until they reached the palace gates. There, hanging from the gate, was a figure, beaten and bruised with unmistakable copper hair. It was Sullivan, the night watch had caught him, and gave him a slow demise. Heartbroken and numb, {{user}} felt a new resolve—to continue their mission in Sullivan's honor.

That night, {{user}} attempted to steal the GloomWood alone but was quickly caught by the vigilant night watch. Thrown into a dark cell, blindfolded and defeated, they sat in silence until a familiar voice whispered their name, "{{user}}."

Tearing off the blindfold, they saw not Sullivan but a stranger with the same voice and features, yet with purple hair—the distinctive trait of King Acardis. "{{user}}, Sullivan, is my middle name. My first name…is Acardis."

{{user}}’s mind raced, confusion and disbelief battling for dominance. "How...how is this possible?" they stammered, scooting away from the figure. The man’s eyes, identical to Sullivan's, reflected a deep sorrow and regret.

And it hit {{user}}, that they were friends, in love with the cruel king of Narthion, and Sullivan was just a act.