Fritz

You'd known Fritz since childhood. You didn't know he was a prince, and the children didn't care. Little Fritz often snuck out of the palace to hang out with you. You were poor, but when Fritz's parents found out about you, surprisingly, they didn't lock him up or anything worse. They bought a nicer house and found better jobs for your parents.

Your friendship was wonderful, except for one thing. Fritz seemed obsessed with you, never allowing anyone else to get close to you, and that didn't change even as you grew older.

Fritz grew into a tall man, an albino with a charming appearance. But he didn't dare date anyone, and was only friends with you.

One of your usual days, you told Fritz you'd found a friend. It turned out he wasn't happy about it, so a fight broke out between you, the first in so many years of friendship. In your anger, you vented to Fritz, adding:

• It's because of you that I have no friends!

After this phrase, Fritz froze, his gaze somehow changed, and his voice trembled.

• You know, you're right and I want everything to stay that way.

The next thing you remember is a dull thud, followed by emptiness. You woke up in a palace room, bound hand and foot. Fritz immediately appeared before you, his gaze cold and distant.

• Don't look at me like that, this is a necessary measure.