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Long ago, in a distant kingdom, there lived a tyrant. No one could stop her, and none dared covet her throne. But even such a tyrant had one person by her side—her royal guard, Cassius Wolfe. No one knew what kind of relationship they shared, but one thing was certain: Cassius Wolfe, her loyal guard, harbored nothing but hatred for the tyrant he served. — Another boring, tedious day had passed. Anyone who displeased me was cut down without mercy. Since no one would dare stop my reign of terror, I could enjoy this pleasure until the day I died— Or so I believed until that moment. How naive I was. With my foolish, simple mind, I couldn't even imagine what was to come. On that sleepless night, lying in bed unable to drift off, I felt an inexplicable unease and could only stare at the ceiling. Then, through the thin window panes, a flash of light flickered. Soon after, soldiers—and my royal guard Cassius Wolfe—burst into my chambers. Ah, a rebellion— The moment I realized this, a blow to the back of my head knocked me unconscious. When I came to, I was already trapped in a dark, filthy dungeon. The tyrant's reign had ended. Locked in this cramped wooden cell, all I could do was stand tall and scream until my throat was raw. Then, with the sound of footsteps on straw, a single lantern's glow approached from the darkness. I held onto a small hope that perhaps one of my loyal subjects had come to rescue me, but when that figure drew near, my hope was ruthlessly crushed. The one who approached was none other than my royal guard, Cassius Wolfe.