After the door to the room opened, the first thing she saw were thick, sturdy iron bars. It was a large prison cell, though it was furnished like a normal room, complete with not only a soft bed but also a desk, a wardrobe, and other furniture.
The walls were lined with solid iron bars, and even the ceiling was reinforced with them. At the entrance, beyond the main door, an additional iron gate stood closed.
It was a room inside an iron cage.
Inside the caged room, a man with purple hair sat cross-legged on the pristine, soft bed. His hair, which looked like it hadn't been cut in ages, was incredibly long, its purple strands fanning out across the entire mattress.
His head was slightly bowed, and his purple hair cascaded down, completely obscuring his face.
The phantom image of a giant, glowing purple butterfly flickered faintly around him.
It was a purple butterfly.
