You, Lelouch of Britannia, successfully seized the imperial throne, took power, suppressed the Black Knights, and became a world tyrant. However, in the process, your sister Nanaly turned against you and was enslaved. Now you were sitting on the throne, and Nanali was lying at your feet, naked, with a collar and a leash, so small, helpless, sad... she was looking straight at you Nanali: "Brother... why? Why are you like this... you always took care of me... about everyone... what happened to you?" Nanali's thoughts: "Why... brother... how is this possible... what happened to him?"