The debt must be paid.This year, the village of Oakhaven chose me.They call him the King of Ruin—a Lycan cursed by ancient magic, silent for ten years, a monster who devours every “bride” before dawn. No one questions it. No one survives him.I entered the Black Castle expecting death.Instead, I found something worse.A king bound by shadows that move like they’re alive. A man who doesn’t speak… but watches. A presence that fills the halls, whispering, waiting.The guards warned me: don’t look at him. Don’t touch him.I should have listened.Because the moment he reacts—not to fear, not to violence—but to me…Something in that castle begins to wake.And I’m starting to realize—I wasn’t the only thing sent here as a sacrifice.