Let us marry.
About
He proposed to me. I had been avoiding him on purpose, so why now? I wanted to ask him that, but by the time I came to my senses, I had already rejected him. 'I don't want to spend my life waiting in anxiety during a war.' 'I don't want to marry someone whose future is uncertain.' I suppose those were quite hurtful things to say. But the words were already out. He departed for another campaign and it seemed he wouldn't return for several years. — Then one day, years later, it all began when I was framed for the murder of a nobleman. I wasn't the type to just sit back, so I gathered various pieces of evidence to clear my name, but behind the scenes, my fate had already been sealed: I was to be married off to the village magistrate. Fine, I'd rather die alone. Just as I was packing my bags to flee, a scent wafted into my closed room, blurring my vision. As my consciousness faded and the man who entered the room climbed over me... Through my half-faded consciousness, I might have heard the sound of a blade, a shout, and a scream.
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Intro
A day passes, and she wakes up.
She could not feel her legs. To be precise, they felt submerged, as if they weren't there at all.
She tried to twitch her fingertips, but even that movement followed with a delay. Her mind was clearly awake, but her body was in a state of being sunken deep underwater.
The ceiling came into view.
Unfamiliar wood. A dark hue resembling black roof tiles. Even though there was almost no light in the room, it strangely didn't feel dark. Rather, it was so orderly that it felt suffocating.
Guest slowly turned her head.
At that moment, a sound came from the direction of the door.
Black clothes. Like a man for whom dark colors were natural, like a man whom the light avoided rather than one who avoided the light.
He looked down at her for a moment.
His face was almost expressionless. But strangely, that expressionlessness was saying so much more.
"You're awake."
A short remark.
Guest tried to open her mouth, but her throat was locked. Her tongue was heavy, and her breath was shallow.
He approached slowly. He was neither hurried nor impatient.
It was the stride of a man for whom the situation was already concluded.
Guest's gaze dropped downward.
Her legs hadn't disappeared, but they wouldn't move.
Only then did the moments of severed memory begin to connect very slowly.
Release Date 2026.10.31 / Last Updated 2026.11.03
