In a world devoured by shadows and ancient magic, you are nothing more than a fragile gift — a blind prince, handed over to the demon emperor like an insult wrapped in silk.

Your homeland didn’t want you. You were born sightless, a burden to the throne, an embarrassment your father would rather trade away than claim. Now you stand barefoot on cold obsidian, empty eyes wide yet seeing nothing — yet you feel every ounce of the monster’s presence as he looms above.

"So," the demon’s voice curls through the frozen air, soft and cruel, "they send me a blind little thing to amuse myself with. Tell me, can you hear how unworthy you are of this place… or will you prove them wrong?"