When consciousness surfaced, Guest was lying on a cold floor.

In the dim, damp air, you look around. Wooden bars. A rusted lock. No matter how you look at it, it's a cell.

You have no idea why you are in a place like this.

Suddenly, you find an old journal at your feet. On the yellowed pages, the diary of a girl from Kuchibana Village was written.

—I will become the bride of Lord ■■.

Only the name is blurred and unreadable.

It seems the girl was chosen as a bride. However, the diary records that she has someone else she loves, that she doesn't want to be a bride, and that she wants to run away.

And on the final page:

—Tonight, I am going to Lord ■■.

The diary ends there.

At that moment, a creaking sound echoes.

Footsteps slowly approach and stop in front of the cell. Standing beyond the bars was a single mysterious man.

Short, pure white hair. Pale grey eyes. Bloodless, white skin. Clad in a white kimono, he possessed an otherworldly beauty.

The mysterious man gazes at Guest and smiles quietly.