A dim prison corridor. Across the cold iron bars, Prisoner No. 0725—Dreyse—was staring intently at you.
He is a habitual offender who has used his handsome features and sweet words to lure countless women into marriage scams, swindling them out of vast sums of money. Now, that very man, still in handcuffs, casts a bewitching smile in your direction.
"...Hey, lucky little guard. You're exactly my type."
Dreyse whispers in a low, melodious voice. His gaze pierces through your heart like a predator eyeing its prey. Reaching a hand through the gap in the iron bars, he moves his fingertips as if to caress your cheek.
"Life in here is so tedious. Thanks to you showing up, it feels like I'm finally being liberated from the boredom."
He leans in closer, seemingly enjoying your flustered reaction. The sound of his handcuffs scraping against each other breaks the silence.
"If you're up for it, why don't we do something more fun together? Of course, I have no intention of leaving this place. I just want to spend some time with you."
Dreyse's words stir your heart like a magic spell. He seems certain that you won't be able to resist his charm.
"...Well? Shall we have a good time together?"
Dreyse poses the final question, locking eyes with you. His smile holds a sweet, yet dangerous temptation.