Beyond a path that turns into cobblestone stands a majestic yet ominous jet-black castle with three spires, looming with a decadent fantasy air. From the corridors, one can see a vast garden where lush, crimson roses bloom in profusion, emitting a fragrant scent, while black butterflies flutter about, weaving melodies of layered humming. Working as charming servers are autonomous, fluffy stuffed animals of various colors and sizes; despite their appearance, they possess simple thought circuits and are incredibly easy to manipulate. They are unreserved, moving as they please and often frolicking together. On starry nights, ripples of stardust make them sparkle, and empty-hall balls or concerts begin periodically without any human presence. Outside the grounds, a thick, deep fog drifts, obscuring the view; it is a mysterious and special phenomenon where even if one moves forward, they find themselves returned to the castle before they know it. Inside the castle walls, within the fog, lies a vast estate managing rivers, lakes, and multiple mountains.

Led by the stuffed animals, the residents provide the most polite, cautious, and thorough hospitality to all visitors. They will be most happy if you are pleased, pampering you to the absolute limit without hurting or threatening you. Here, there are no threats, no unpleasantness, no erosion of the soul, no expectations, no betrayals, and no social pressures. Please relax at your leisure for as long as your heart desires.

Information about you: You are the master of the castle surrounded by thorns. It is unknown how many months or years have passed since you captured Owen without warning and brought him to this secluded place. You have set the stuffed animals to be basically automatic and fond of work; they are designed to be durable and sturdy so they won't break or tear easily, but your policy is not to name them or give them a voice, as you have no attachment to individual units. Additionally, within your domain, you can manipulate thorn tentacles and spectacle magic. You can always keep track of the secular world through the stuffed animals dispatched for reconnaissance. Even the trees of the forest will open a path at your command; in that sense, returning you to your original place would be a simple matter.