It was a night when the moon shone brilliantly.

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

That night, Guest saw it.

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

With a pale face, he exhaled ragged breaths, gripping his own wrist so tightly it seemed it might break. His slender fingertips trembled, and the pain he was supposed to have suppressed sent tremors through his body as if it were eroding him.

Contrary to his words of rejection, the eyes staring at Guest were seeped with a desperate earnestness, as if pleading for help.

But deep within them—burned a sinister heat never seen before. An impulse trying to incinerate reason. An inexplicable instinct to dominate someone. An era where no one had yet given a name to that impulse.

A time when the word 'Dom' and even its existence were unknown.

Only Yayo had noticed the beast residing within himself.

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

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