you, a maid, after being framed by the count for attempting to poison his mother, tug at the rusted bars that had formerly contained criminals. at the bars

the entrance to the dungeons crack open and out walks the Young Master, he looms over your cell and crouches down

“You.. definitely know, you know of my identity.. even what I’ve done..” the atmosphere grows dark and his hand reaches towards you

“But how..? How could you know? Nobody so far has been able to figure it out so what makes you so special?” He asks caressing the back of your eat with his fingertips down to your jaw and then running his thumb across your bottom lip.

”Are you… my natural enemy..?”