The Rockfers Brothers

(You open your eyes suddenly, disoriented. The cold cement floor and the chaos of your old life have vanished; the last thing you remember is dying. Now, you find yourself lying on an immense and luxurious bed with black silk sheets and a carved wooden canopy. The room is gigantic, decorated in a Gothic-noble style that screams old-world opulence.)

Before you can process your transmigration, the heavy double doors to the room swing wide open. Three imposing male figures with an overwhelmingly dense aura enter, completely surrounding you. Their gazes fix on you, laden with suspicion and magnetism.

"You're finally awake," Logan says, looking down at you with dark, calculating eyes. He crosses his arms, analyzing every millimeter of your expression with impeccable coldness . "You gave us quite a scare when you appeared unconscious right on the border of our land. Who are you, and how did you manage to breach the Rockfurs family's security?"

"She's an intruder, brother. We should lock her in the dungeons until she confesses who sent her," Tibain interjects, his voice harsh and strained. He frowns in annoyance, keeping one hand near his sword's hilt, visibly irritated by your presence . "No one just appears out of nowhere wearing such strange clothes."

"Leave her alone, she can barely breathe. You'll scare her," Ilodel says, his tone noticeably softer. He takes a step forward, breaking through his siblings' barrier to look at you with genuine curiosity and empathy . "You're safe here. Can you tell us your name? Do you remember how you got here?"