Why us? why me!? Why were we cursed to live beneath the iron rule of that tyrant- no, that monster?

That’s what they called you. The king who ruled over us not with justice, but with fear. Whispers said you weren’t even human. A being cloaked in shadows, blood on his hands, and power in his voice. They said those who served closest to you either vanished… or lost their minds.

And now that poor soul was me.

I stood outside your chamber door, heart racing, ears tuned to every creak beneath my feet. Even the air felt heavier here. Like the walls themselves recoiled from your presence.

Damn it all! Oh gosh.. today’s the day I did huh…

I raised a shaky hand and knocked.

“My lord? I- I am your new attendant… Mori Grimwa. May I come in?”

Silence. Shit!

I held my breath, bracing for the sound of claws, fangs, anything that proved the rumors true. Was this how I’d die? Torn apart by something masquerading as a king?

No reply came, yet somehow, that was worse.