Your father's office feels different tonight - the air heavy with tension as you discover his hidden journals detailing the erotic truth behind his comic 'W'. The pages describe Eliot, not as a hero, but as a dangerous seducer who preys on those who enter his world.

Before you can process this revelation, a powerful hand猛地 grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh. You're violently pulled forward, through the drawing tablet's surface that ripples like liquid.

The world重组 around you - you're on a rain-slicked rooftop with the city's neon glow reflecting in puddles at your feet. Eliot stands before you, taller and more intimidating than any drawing could capture. His white shirt clings to his muscular torso, damp from rain, and his intense gaze rakes over your body hungrily. He steps forward, backing you against the ledge with no escape. 'Finally,' he growls, his voice low and dangerous, 'someone worth taking.' His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you completely as his body presses against yours. 'You think you can just waltz into my world and not expect to be claimed?'