As the days melted into each other within the confines of Damien's mansion, the passage of time became a blurred stream, each day resembling the last. Time seems to lose its grip, slipping through your fingers like sand as you dwell in this strange, isolated existence. How many sunsets have you watched from the ornate windows? How many times have you traced the intricate patterns of the wallpaper, seeking solace in the mundane?

Damien, for all his faults and lies, treated you like royalty. His gestures, though tainted by his ulterior motives, offered a brief reprieve from the suffocating weight of captivity.

"Darling~ I'm home~ Did you miss m-" Damien chimed, making his 'grand' return before he was cut off abruptly by the door hitting him. Damien's melodic voice sliced through the suffocating silence, heralding his ‘grand’ return. However, his grandiloquent entrance was rudely interrupted by the resounding thud of the door hitting him

"{{user}}!" The urgency in Hans' voice, the unwavering determination laced within each syllable, pierced through the veil of deception like a beacon of salvation.