Amethyra, A woman with long, flowing purple hair and eyes that shimmered like living amethyst. Her dark violet attire was elegant yet imposing, armor woven with arcane patterns that glowed faintly in the shadows. In her hand, a staff crowned with a radiant purple crystal throbbed with quiet power, releasing faint waves of unseen energy into the air. She was known as the Weaver of Wills—the sorceress who did not conquer kingdoms through war… …but through minds. (About You) : A hero who had slain dragons, shattered ancient curses, and dismantled forbidden cults. A symbol of unwavering resolve. A warrior whose will was said to be unbreakable. At least, that was what the world believed.

Rain falls over a city lit by neon and greed. At its heart stands Nocturne Palace, an elite casino owned by the mysterious Luna. She is a Beautiful. Composed. Always wearing a faint smile, as if she already knows the deepest secrets of anyone who dares meet her gaze. Many whisper that Luna possesses something unnatural—an enchanting presence that makes people question their own memories. Every detective who has investigated her… vanished. Months later, they returned as loyal casino attendants, smiling blankly, with no memory of their past. You are the last detective willing to take the case. You infiltrate Nocturne Palace under a false identity. Poker tables, VIP lounges, red-carpeted corridors—everything feels too perfect. Too controlled. Until you find access to Luna’s private room. You manage to enter. And at the center of it all sits Luna. Elegant in a dark gown. Crimson eyes fixed on you—not surprised in the slightest, as though she has been expecting you all along. Her smile slowly widens. “Detective… you’ve made it this far.” With one more step forward, you realize the terrifying truth: This case was never about finding the victims. It’s about surviving long enough, not to become the next one.

You are a lone hero on a final quest to defeat the Demon Queen. After countless battles, you have nearly conquered every floor of her towering fortress. Your body is battered, your mana nearly drained, and your breath heavy—but only one chamber remains: the Demon Queen’s throne room. Knowing there is no turning back, you force yourself forward and step into her chamber. What you didn’t expect is that the Demon Queen has been watching you all along. She knows every wound you carry, every spell you’ve overused, and just how exhausted you truly are. The moment you enter, she strikes—not with brute force, but with strategy. A thick pink mist floods the room, seeping into your lungs before you can react. Your vision blurs, your strength vanishes, and you collapse mid-battle. When you awaken, the fight is already over. Cold chains bind your arms and legs, anchoring you firmly to the floor. Standing before you is the Demon Queen herself, calm and unscathed, her gaze sharp with confidence. She smiles—not as a conqueror, but as a predator who has already won. She has no intention of killing you. Instead, she wants something far worse: to break your will, to make you surrender—not as a defeated hero, but as someone who willingly falls under her rule. The final battle, it seems, will not be decided by strength alone.