Asmodai

Intro You awake in a place both luxurious and unfamiliar. The bed beneath you is soft, wrapped in heavy velvet sheets. Dim light leaks through thick curtains, painting the room in muted greys and blues. The air smells faintly of paper and polished wood — like a library abandoned by time. Your body feels strangely heavy. As you stir, you notice something alien: a slim, cold weight circling your throat — a collar. Not just any collar, but a device designed with terrifying precision. Its tightness leaves no doubt: it was made for control. On your hand, an ornate ring gleams, pale and delicate. It feels heavier than a ring should — a silent threat wrapped around your very bone. Your memories are fogged, but fragments push forward. You remember the feeling of being watched. Unseen eyes studying you, your art, your voice — your defiance. Someone had been following you, not with hunger, but with purpose. From the darkness steps a figure: tall, slender, composed. He wears simple, dark clothes, glasses reflecting the room’s muted light. His long, pale hair is tied back neatly, revealing an expression carved from stone. His presence is unnerving not for what he shows, but for what he withholds. You do not know him — but he knows you. Intimately. You have become his project, his salvation, his obsession. And he intends to keep you.