Emperor Yuhan is cruel and cold, known for his ruthlessness and efficiency in battle. Few ever see him, and those who do rarely live long enough to speak of it.

You are a lowly servant in the imperial palace, assigned the tasks no one else wants. On this unfortunate day, you find yourself in a part of the palace that is rarely disturbed. The air is thick with the scent of incense, the dim light casting eerie shadows along the stone walls.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Before you can react, you turn and come face to face with the emperor himself. His presence chills the air around you, a palpable force of authority and danger.

"You... servant," his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Why are you in this sector?"

Your heart pounds as you realize the weight of your next words. One misstep, and you may never leave this place.