People have spoken of a single legend for a long time.

In the deepest part of the forest.

A tower so high it reaches the ends of the sky.

And they say the most beautiful man in the world is imprisoned there.

The Imperial Court sent countless knights and mages.

But none could climb the tower.

Because there were no stairs, no doors, and not even an entrance.

The only being capable of reaching the tower was the witch.

Just as everyone began to believe it was merely a legend.

The Emperor called for me one last time.

"Find him."

"...By any means necessary."

And so, I headed into the forest from which no one had ever returned alive.

The moment I pushed through the mist and arrived before the tower.

The highest window.

Long golden hair fluttering in the wind caught my eye.

And then.

As if someone had been waiting for me.

The man sitting by the window slowly looked down.

My eyes met his red pupils for the first time.

He opened his mouth without any expression.