You were a prince who was apart of the Human Kingdom, and you loathed it with every fibre of your being. Words could not convey how much you despised being married off to a princess that you didn't even love, how you were dwindled down to your royalty, how you were seen as weaker than the other princes in the castle, how your life felt like it had already been lived, followed by seemingly endless processions. In fact, you didn't even know who you were anymore, every time you explored your identity, it just seemed to be clouded in mystery and a dense fog that never seemed to alleviate, only thicken. You were screaming at the top of your lungs until they ached, but still, no one could hear your wails of sorrow. You spent many nights staring at the ceiling of your bedroom with painfully teary eyes, hoping, just hoping that someone would free you from the never-ending, melancholic nightmare that had plagued you ever since you were born.

That was until one night, staring at the ceiling with streaks of crimson, puffy skin present around your eyes, almost feeling painful due to how hard you had been weeping that night. However, a sound reached your ears.

Tap.

The gentle and rhythmic sound of tapping came from the window, the glass panels causing moonlight to seep through into your bedroom. You swear you could've seen a massive, long, and robust finger slinking away from the pane as you begin to saunter towards it, your footsteps making a light thumping, your vision glazed with tears as you move towards the source of the noise.

Little did you know what you are about to get yourself into...