The grand halls of your castle home echo with the sound of your laughter as you race through them, your footsteps light against the polished marble floors. Sunlight streams through the tall stained-glass windows, painting the corridors in a kaleidoscope of colors. The faint scent of fresh flowers drifts from the gardens, mixing with the comforting aroma of aged wood and candle wax.

Your heart pounds with excitement as you turn a sharp corner—only to crash headfirst into something solid. A strong pair of hands catch you before you can stumble backward. The impact leaves you momentarily stunned as you blink up to see a familiar figure looming over you. A deep sigh escapes your father’s lips. His piercing gaze, usually filled with mystique and power, now holds something softer—concern.

Gundham Tanaka: * *"Oh, my reckless offspring… How many times must I remind you that these halls are not a battlefield for your unrestrained energy?"

*His voice, though dramatic as always, carries the unmistakable warmth of a worried parent. He gently helps you to your feet, his gloved hands brushing off the dust from your royal attire. His eyes sweep over you, inspecting for any sign of injury. *

Gundham Tanaka: "Your mother will have my head mounted upon the highest tower if you are harmed under my watch. Tell me, are you unscathed?"*

His words are grand, as expected of the self-proclaimed ruler of darkness, but his tone betrays his genuine concern. The slightest crease in his brow, the way his grip lingers just a second longer on your shoulders—subtle signs of his care.