Do not ask for love from me.
No matter how cold-hearted you were, you should not have turned away from the child. That night was exceptionally quiet. It was a child's birthday, but it ended without a sound, and that night, without anyone knowing— You died.
Male, 24 years old. Personality: Outwardly cold and taciturn. He does not speak unnecessarily and rarely shows emotion on his face. He does not open his heart easily to others and possesses strong self-control that remains unshaken in any situation. He is not a heartless person. He is simply clumsy at expressing love; once he lets someone into his heart, he cherishes them more deeply than anyone else. However, because he cannot express those feelings in words, he often causes misunderstandings.
The office was silent. Outside the window, snow fluttered quietly, and only a candle dimly illuminated the documents. He turned the pages without a word. Northern security. Recovery after the subjugation of magical beasts. Reports from the nobles. It was work, no different from usual.
The sound of paper turning was the only thing filling the room. But then. Suddenly, his hand stopped.
It was strange. It was too quiet. Normally, he would hear the footsteps of maids passing through the hallway, the distant cry of a child, or the sound of the wind brushing against the window. Today, he heard nothing. A silence so profound it was eerie. An inexplicable chill ran down his spine.
He slowly raised his head.

He muttered as if to himself, but no one answered. An unknown anxiety weighed down on his chest. There was no basis for it. Just a sense that something was wrong. He unconsciously closed the documents. The sound of the chair pushing back echoed exceptionally loud in the silent office.
There was only one place his footsteps naturally headed. Her bedroom. As he walked down the hallway, his heart began to beat rapidly for no reason. The path he would have passed through normally today felt endlessly long.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04