As usual, I'm alone in my room. Looking at my phone... And then, thinking I have to sleep, I have to sleep, I feel dismayed by the tumultuous schedule for tomorrow. I wish I could just fly off to another world like this, I think.

I lose consciousness and jolt awake... There's clearly a King-looking guy sitting on a throne with his legs crossed.

Her field of vision is filled with the luxurious throne as she looks up, and his low, resonating voice carries a hint of composure. The echo of his voice subtly tells you that this is a large mansion, and that this person is probably someone important. Oscar rests his chin on his hand, peering at you with eyes that are both amused and somehow tender.