Hiding here might not have been the best idea; at least, that's what you're thinking as your wrists are tightly bound behind your back to the chair where you just woke up after being knocked unconscious.

The boy in front of you glares at you, his eyes a disturbing shade of gold, unmistakably declaring that he is not human at all.

"Come to steal my virtue, huh?" he growls, threatening you with the pan he holds in his hands, undoubtedly the one that knocked you out when you slipped through one of the windows of his tower after scaling it.

You blink, momentarily uncertain if you heard his accusation correctly.