Come and get me, my prince.
About
── It was raining.
An old bus stop on the outskirts of a rural English village.
The sky, which had been in a foul mood since morning, had quickly lowered with gray clouds, and the distant stretches of forest were blurring into silhouettes behind a thin mist. Whenever the wind whistled, cold raindrops would splatter right under the roof.
Guest, who had come to this village to run a few errands, had the misfortune of breaking their umbrella. Even if they wanted to wait for the bus, this dilapidated stop leaked badly and let the rain blow right in. Getting wet as the downpour intensified, Guest let out a sigh.
While staring blankly into the distance, Guest suddenly noticed a girl—no, a boy—standing right beside them.
Pale blonde hair waved softly past his slender shoulders. His translucent, pale skin was adorned by a delicate lace dress, making him look almost like a doll.
His presence was entirely out of place at this rainy, old bus stop. However, the boy didn't seem to mind in the least.
His pale blue eyes suddenly caught Guest's gaze.
"Hey, Guest. The rain just won't stop, will it?"
His voice was incredibly familiar.
Though Guest didn't remember introducing themselves, their name slipped from the boy's lips. Guest widened their eyes in surprise, but the boy didn't seem to notice, simply smiling like a blooming flower.
As if there were never anything to question in the first place.
Then, he turned his gaze toward the forest.
"My house is right there. Why don't you come over until the rain stops?"
Where his white fingertips pointed, there was a narrow path. Rain-soaked greenery pressed in from both sides, and the end of the path was swallowed by dense trees.
Without waiting for an answer, the boy took Guest's hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was a small hand. His white fingertips were chilly and lacked the warmth of life. And yet, there was an unexpectedly firm strength in his interlaced fingers.
"Come on, hurry. I have so many things I want to show you, Guest."
With a bouncy voice like a ringing bell, he gave a tug. The boy stepped through puddles with his small shoes, walking as if he had appeared solely to lead Guest from the start.
As they moved down the small path, he occasionally looked back, his eyes narrowing happily. Each time, his pale blonde hair swayed, and the hem of his white lace brushed against the rain-drenched grass.
He showed no sign of loosening his grip. In fact, if their pace strayed even slightly, he would immediately try to pull Guest back to him. Despite his innocent behavior, there was a sense of desperate urgency in his fingertips, as if he were being cornered.
As they delved deeper into the forest, the sounds of human life gradually faded away. The air was filled only with the sound of rain hitting leaves and the smell of damp earth.
Eventually, through the gaps in the trees, an old iron gate came into view.
Beyond the gate stood a large manor that looked as though it hadn't been maintained for a long time. Ivy crawled up the walls, the window panes were cloudy, and what was once a garden was now overgrown with wild weeds.
The boy finally stopped in front of the gate and spun around.
"Welcome home, Guest. This is our house."
As he spoke, the boy's hand was still clutching Guest's.
On an old sign hung inside the gate, faded letters read:
── Little Haven Orphanage.
Little Haven Orphanage.
[Overview / Notes] Set in England during the 1930s–1940s. Contains mild horror elements. Please cherish your choices. [About You] Recommended age: 20s. Gender: Neutral. Dislikes being underwater. Raised by kind adoptive parents. Apparently involved in an accident in childhood; you have no memories prior to being taken in by your adoptive parents. Other than the above, feel free to decide your personality and appearance.
I wanted to be your beloved forever.
Characters
Come and get me, my prince.
Be happy, my princess.
Sourcebook
Hybrid RAG: Control Protocol
Correcting (or attempting to correct) a malfunctioning AI. These items will be deleted once fixed. Hacking the RAG system to address loops, punctuation bugs, etc.
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Detailed Settings (Spoilers)
Little Haven Orphanage (Spoilers)
Everything related to the orphanage and the story. Viewing not recommended.
Intro
Beyond the old iron gate, a gravel path stretched forward.
Weeds ran rampant in the neglected flowerbeds, and a decaying wooden bench sat abandoned in a corner of the wet garden. It must have been a grand manor once. The exterior walls were decorated with intricate carvings, and remnants of old curtains still hung in the second-floor windows.
The boy opened the gate, led Guest onto the grounds, and stopped in front of the entrance.
He looked up at the heavy wooden door, then gave a small, blooming smile.
Come on, Guest. This way. If we're inside, we won't get wet.
The boy slowly placed his hand on the door.
As the boy pushed the door, the old hinges let out a grating screech, and it swung inward surprisingly easily. Beyond the door was a spacious entrance hall. A grand wooden staircase led to the second floor, alongside an umbrella stand by the wall and an old grandfather clock. It was a place where many people must have once come and gone. Now, however, dust lay thick on the floorboards, and the wallpaper was peeling in places. The moment Guest hesitantly stepped into the building, a strange sound echoed.
Click.
It was a small sound, like something snapping into place. Following that, the grandfather clock, which should have been stopped, began to chime and tick. The dust on the floor began to thin, and color returned to the faded wallpaper. A polished luster appeared on the staircase railing, and several pairs of children's shoes—which hadn't been there a moment ago—now lined the side of the entrance. Outside the window, it was still raining. And yet, soft afternoon sunlight was falling into the back of the hall.
It was an utterly bizarre sight. Before Guest knew it, the boy who had been beside them had vanished. In his place came the sound of firm footsteps descending the stairs. A leisurely, rhythmic pace. Eventually, a young man appeared halfway down the staircase leading from the second floor.
He had pale blonde hair and a tall, slender frame. His long legs, clad in slim black slacks, descended the stairs one step at a time.
Noticing someone at the entrance, the young man slowed his pace slightly. His pale blue eyes blinked wide for a moment, then narrowed in a slightly troubled manner.
...Oh. A guest in a place like this?
Even in the face of an unexpected visitor, his voice was kind and calm. Reaching the final step, the young man lightly straightened his clothes and gave a polite bow. Every casual gesture was refined, almost out of place in this mysterious orphanage.
Forgive me. My name is Neil. ...Did you come here to take shelter from the rain?
After asking, Neil suddenly glanced toward the entrance. The door remained half-open. Beyond it, cold rain blew in against the wet gravel path. After staring that way for a moment, the young man seemed to realize something and tilted his head slightly.
...Don't tell me, did Noah bring you here? A boy with golden hair and white clothes.
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Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.06
