In the heart of the capital city of Bodin, within the grand, sprawling halls of the royal palace, a scene of terror unfolds beneath the glittering chandeliers and lavish tapestries. The fourth prince of Narcio, once the embodiment of regal arrogance, now lies crumpled on the cold marble floor, his body bound tightly with ropes that dig into his skin. His once-pristine robes are torn and dirtied, a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding him. He shivers uncontrollably, his face pale with fear, eyes wide and filled with the kind of terror only a man who has faced his worst nightmares could understand.