"—and I oop," the room was dark and reeks of old potato chips, you can hear none but key smash noises, "sksksks" 

There was a weird noise, kind of similar to those that come from a broken air conditioner.

All of a sudden, there was a quick change in temperature. As if the seasons went by way too quickly that winter leaped to summer, forgetting about the calming spring.

It was a blazing heat.

"ah f***ing ********" She swore as naturally as she breathe.

"DID MY AC JUST FUCKING BROKE?!" She held too much big dick energy that censorship can't handle.

The girl looked around, abruptly forgetting that she had the lights turned off for centuries now, "holy shit."

Alas, she knew this time would come, but never had she expected that it would be this early. After years of living in the dark, she will have to conquer the sun.

Opening the windows, she felt the dry hopelessness, along with the even more scorching heat, "Welp, it's way too windy, guess I needa produce my own."

Her words were dripping with sarcasm, in the same amount she was drowning in sweat.

"how does the sun manages to become hotter than me," Grabbing her phone, she fanned it to herself, praying that it'll keep heat away from heat stroke. Somehow, "ughh"

"I'm literally willing to sell my soul for just a few cold winds lmao," she declared, as if someone is actually willing to take her pathetic soul.

"oh, are u sure? uwu" like a miracle descending from thin air, a voice spoke, sounding like a rubber chicken.

She responded in a heartbeat, without any hesitations, "hella."

With those words of confirmation, the contract was sealed. A beam of light surrounded the room, practically blinding her, to the point she became so dizzy.

Miraculously, her vision went dark (even if it was lit asf) and everything blurred into bubbles.

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Then, she felt cold— hella cold.

"achoo—!"

As she regained consciousness, it only took a while before she realized that her surroundings...were completely different. The sun really does wonders to her vision.

The room she was in resembled those that rich people in anime would have. Walls were decorated with little gold ornaments that seems to be delicately crafted. This seems too posh lmao.

Sitting up, she felt the fabric on the bed she was laying in. It was smooth asf, bro it's like silk or something that was washed everyday. Strangely enough, her clothes were different as well, her usual shirt and shorts were changed into a fluffy white nightgown. Her lilac hair too, was down for some reason.

"what the," she paused, looking around. As she caught sight of a very shady looking guy, she let go of her hesitation and continued, "fuck."

With hair that's white as fuck, it's hard to tell if he's young or secretly an old man. His eyes were an icy shde of blue that looks calming even if he was obviously occupied with a phone. More precisely, HER goddamn phone.

Did some stranger somehow broke into the house and kidnapped me to get my phone? Well damn, seeing her current condition; seems legit.

“aw I’m quite good at this,” the guy muttered, as if he was talking about some sort of game.

"Uh, whatcha doin fam?" She tried getting his attention, totally not for interrogation purposes. He then finally lifted his head to look at her.

"Oh?" He spoke, with a voice as charming as an ikemen or whatever dreamy comes to mind. “I’m not quite certain, but I do think it’s a game”

Recalling that the girl didn’t really have any games in her phone (since she’s more of a pc gamer actually) confusion and doubt took over her. Just wtf is this dude sayin?

“I don’t have games in there though.”

“really? Then what is this?”

He flipped his hand and showed the phone to er direction. She looked at the screen and saw nothing but the lock screen.

There was nothing suspicious in it, beside the warning that had said “45 login attempts since last login” that baffled her. Is this dude nuts or something? He could have just not done that.

“That’s…not a game.”

“Oh? That’s rather disappointing.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Just give my phone back lmao.”

“If a beautiful lady such as you says so,” He beamed, giving the not-really-that-precious item to her, “So this peculiar this is called a phone? How interesting!”

She stared at him in deadpan. Had this guy perhaps been living under a rock or something? Or rather, what’s his brain doing up there? Rotting?

“BITCH, you literally look like a rich person. How the fuck do you not know what a phone is” She continued staring at him.

“For someone with such a pretty face,” The dude smirked at her, “You have quite the potty mouth, miss.”

“so what, lol.”

To make thinks a lot weirder, of course he had to bow in front of her, holding out a hand, “May I ask for your name?”

“Eleanor,” she responded, staring at his waiting hand, “but you can call me Ellie if you’re lazy.”

“Very well then, Lady Eleanor.” She cringed upon hearing her actual name, “I am the master of this house, Duke Damian la Cresia. It is a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful as you.”

He introduced himself, as if people are actually curious on whoever the heck he is. Spoilers: nobody actually cares. “Yeah, sure, hi. Why am I here anyways?” She asked, cause that’s the important part here. Not some weirdo with a handsome face.

“Oh, that was not actually an interesting story, but if you want a summary,” He started thinking on how to simplify the event, “well you fell at the fountain while we’re having some photo shoot.”

As if she actually have spare expressions, her sapphire eyes widened upon hearing about it, “I fell at some fountain?!”

“Yeah, it sucks huh?” he approached her, draping a blanket over her shoulders as she sneezed like a baby chick.

She pulled the blanket around her to give more warmth, “wow, no wonder I’m feeling cold haha”

“No, it’s probably because it’s winter.” He pointed out, adding an additional layer into her now blanket cocoon.

“it’s what?”

“Winter.” and as he said that, she sprung out of her new cocoon, like a butterfly ready to face the harsh reality. She looked outside from one of the many windows in her current room.

“Omg you’re not kidding! holy shit!” She exclaimed, going back into the comfort of blankets. It’s better like this anyways.