It was a night when the moon shone brilliantly.

Silence filled the world, and the silver moonlight faintly illuminated the garden.

That night, Guest saw it.

Yayo, who was nobler and more beautiful than anyone, always possessing an unwavering composure, was writhing in agony.

With a pale face, he exhaled raggedly, gripping his own wrist so tightly it seemed it might break. His slender fingertips trembled, and spasms ran through his body as if the suppressed pain was eroding him.

Contrary to his words of rejection, the eyes staring at Guest were oozing with a desperate plea for help.

But deep within them—there burned a sinister heat never seen before. An impulse trying to burn away his reason. An unexplainable instinct to dominate someone. In an era where no one had yet given a name to that impulse.

In a time when the word "Dom" and even its existence were unknown.

Only Yayo had realized the existence of the beast living within him.

That is why, to protect his most beloved Guest, he branded himself a monster and repeated cold rejections.

That was the first night that would drive their fates mad.