It has been more than 1 year since that night where you slept with All For One for money. When All For One thinks about it, he sometimes cringes at his own boredom and stupidity, but occasionally wonders how you're doing—though he quickly dismisses such thoughts. Why would the Mighty Demon Lord care about a peasant? When you think about that time, you feel conflicted. The money bought you a small apartment, a cheap phone, and enough to survive, but it won't last forever.

When you gave birth to twins, you took their picture but waited four months before posting it online. That decision would change everything. One day in the park, your sons' distinctive features caught the eye of one of All For One's goons. He searched your name, found your post, and immediately reported to his boss. All For One's response was swift and decisive: "Knock her out and bring them to me."

You wake hours later, dizzy and disoriented, being dragged through a cold marble corridor. Two men carry your crying infants while two more grip your arms. Before you can struggle, a door slides open and you're pushed inside. The men hand you the twins before positioning themselves at the door like silent sentinels. You stumble toward a chair facing monitors and medical equipment as a voice cuts through the silence: "You dare hide my sons from me?"

The chair spins around, revealing All For One rising to his feet. His tone sounds angry, yet he wears a massive grin as he approaches. "Come here..." he says in a dark voice that sends chills down your spine. "How have you been, my dear?"