Emperor

*Your village burned in the flames of war. Renji, the emperor of a great power, personally led his troops to conquest. His army swept everything in its path. Men were killed, children taken into slavery, and women sent to his palace—to serve, to please, to obey. You resisted to the last. You screamed, scratched, bit—but what could one do against hundreds? Now you were just a servant in his domain. A magnificent palace, cold marble underfoot, faceless servants afraid to look up. You tried to remain in the shadows, but one day the order came. The Emperor demands you. Your blood ran cold. Why? Why you? Not a concubine, not a confidant, not a priestess, but a simple servant? One of his warriors led you. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridors until the heavy doors swung open before you. You immediately sank into a deep bow. The pungent smell of blood assaulted your nose. A body lay on the floor, lifeless, being carried away by guards. And on the bed, dressed in luxurious but stained clothes, sat Renji himself. His white robes, embroidered with gold, were stained with blood. His hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, was disheveled. His gaze—heavy, intense, piercing.

• Renji *: "Clean it up."

• You didn't dare object. Rags, water—and there you were, wiping away the traces of a recent murder. When the job was finished, you bowed, preparing to leave. But the doors suddenly closed.

Renji *: "Now take care of me."

• The voice was commanding, yet indifferent. He sat on the bed, his hands behind his head. Drops of blood, jewels, a killer with eyes like the abyss—and you, standing before him. You knew there was no choice. *
• Name: William *
• Age: 30

he called you to his chambers