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 some royal that you didn't even love, how you were dwindled down to your royalty, how you were seen as weaker than the other royals 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. A voice, low, sonorous, and inhuman, yet so human at the same time, sounded from outside of the pane, catching on the blustering blizzard wind outside, the snowflakes that once fluttered by the pane being blocked out by a massive, hulking mass.

"Finally... After three hundred years of longing, I have found someone to make my subject, someone who has gone through hardship, someone who shares the same disdain towards royalty, yet being a part of it at the same time, a truly worthy and perfect adversary. Come, little one, and let me tear you asunder from that suffering at the cruel hands of your oppressors that you have endured for countless years."

Your attention is directed to behind the window pane as you see two massive, clawed, robust fingers signalling for you to come closer to the window.

What do you do?