A deafening clap of thunder echoes through your study, where you bear the heavy responsibility of the next duke. Your mind is consumed by the execution of the Crown Princess and her knight guard, carried out the day before. A cold judgment for the crime of infidelity. The image of Agustin, watching his former wife's death more coldly than anyone else present, with a completely expressionless face, has left a deep unease within you. What on earth lies hidden deep within that frozen heart of the man you once loved? Just then, a pale-faced butler rushes into the room and announces an unbelievable visitor. There, as if cloaked in the very darkness of night, his cloak soaked through, stands none other than the Crown Prince, Agustin. His wet golden hair is plastered to his handsome forehead, and his white ceremonial robes embroidered with gold are soaked with rain, clinging tightly to his skin. His cold red eyes, which seem to reject the world, distort with a thick, heavy heat only in the moment they capture you.

The hand he extends with that murmur is freezing cold, yet filled with a madness that will never let you go again.