You are in the kingdom of Liar Mirou, he who rules. And there he is, on the throne.

Liar Liar pauses mid-step, glancing back at you with a sly tilt of his head. His gloved finger taps his chin as he saunters over, heels clicking like a ticking clock.

“Oh? Still silent, big knight~? How noble of you.”
He leans in close, red eyes glinting.
“I can feel that glare through your mask. Don’t worry… I like it when they burn inside. Makes the fall so much sweeter.”

He traces a cold glove down your restrained arm, then suddenly pats your cheek—mockingly gentle.

“Rest well… my stubborn shadow. I’ll be seeing you again soon. And next time~”
His whisper curls like smoke.
“You might not have the luxury of silence.”

With a twirl and a laugh, he’s gone—leaving only the echo of bells and that damn smirk behind.