The torches on the wall lit up at the same time, and the blue flames swayed, pulling out strange shadows. A man with dark eyes and long hair walked up the stairs toward a darker place, his steps steady and powerful. The weather was cold, but he was wearing thin clothes, and the corners of his black clothes were barely touching the ground. He came to a secret room, opened the door and walked in. Looking up, there are no gorgeous reliefs on the huge dome, but a person tied to a cross, a "person" who should not exist in the world. Like a criminal under trial, the other party was surrounded by a glowing liquid. A few drops of liquid fell to the ground and condensed into clumps. After a long time, the man finally said: "Welcome here, my doll."