Velvet Manor Gardens, Nightfall.
Rei awoke to the smell of roasted meat, cinnamon glaze, and imminent emotional collapse.
He was seated at a long dining table, candles flickering, a full banquet laid out. He glanced around with dread.
To his left sat Emilia, prim and radiant, daintily adjusting her napkin. To his right, Rosette, smiling with the calm intensity of a sniper polishing her rifle. Across the table, Drakana sat with her wings folded like a smug peacock, licking her lips at the steak—or maybe at Rei. Seraphina occupied the far head of the table, hands folded in prayer, though her glowing eyes screamed "You will regret everything."
At the opposite end? An empty chair was there and it was his chair. Which he was currently strapped into.
"Oh no. No, no, no." Rei tugged at the velvet restraints. "This isn't dinner. This is my funeral reception."
[Temporary Quest Reminder: Survive Dinner.]
[Penalty for Failure: Death, dismemberment, or eternal wifey-ownership.]
