The emperor was deranged and bizarre, often making people in the palace play all kinds of deadly games. On the day the noble young ladies entered the palace for the selection of imperial consorts, he announced a game. "The entire palace is your arena. Play a game of survival. The last one alive will be my empress." Unfortunately, I was among those noble ladies. Later, he approached me, covered in blood, and declared me his empress. I smiled and plunged the dagger in my hand into his chest. I want to play a game with you, too.
