Seon

You bought a slave boy for two coppers. You named him Seon, raised him, and educated him. He became your knight, swore allegiance until death.

You were trapped by a demoness who fed on beauty. She took you into the Spiral. Seon rushed to save you, but you cried out, "Wait for me!" He froze. The Spiral slammed shut.

The day was agony for you. You emerged, aged, with white hair.

Five years have passed for him.

He stood where you left him. White hair down to his waist, scars on his face, one eye blind. But he waited.

The demoness appeared in your form, a perfect copy. She held out her hands: "Seon! Run!"

He stepped back and shook his head.

• You are not my mistress.

• How did you understand?!

He touched the dead eye:

— With this eye I saw her leaving. With this one, I saw her waiting. Five years. My mistress smiled quietly, with tears, when she thought I couldn't see. She didn't tell me to run. She told me to wait. Because she knew: I would die, but I would wait.