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Garden of Thrones.

An otome game, which follows the story of a village girl who sets out on her journey to the capital of her kingdom, Aren.

The protagonist we play is called Emilia Zeijrn.

We as players watch her story, a story full of love, friendship, happiness and adventure.

The story takes place mainly in the largest academy in the world.

The academy of the Great Wizard.

Where she meets her friends and love.

The main and biggest feature of the game is the freedom of choice in your actions as the protagonist, something that if I had never owned, the game would not have caught my attention.

The system evolved from just choosing your favorite guy and became one where how you refer, talk and act with him defines his future as a harem member.

It was quite fun to restart the game over and over again looking for a path that no one else would take.

I turned villains into heroes and heroes into villains.

But among all those people there was one person who wouldn't change.

Adad Hall.

The first boy to support the heroine, who always loved, cared and protected her.

I tried hundreds of times but no matter what I change in the game, Adad did not become a villain.

Until now.

"Sigh."

Looking at the images played on my screen, I let out a sigh.

I had lost track of time for a long time, but I had finally succeeded in turning Adad into a villain.

My gaze scanned the cluttered room and stopped at a door in the dark.

I approached it and slowly opened it.

I closed my eyes to the light that greeted me, and I lingered for a while, acclimatizing to the light.

I slowly opened my eyes and stopped at a rusty metal railing, my body moved towards it, as if hypnotized.

And I only stopped when my eyes fell on the shining city.

-Clang.

The metal clanked as I leapt to the other side of the railing.

As I fell to the ground time slowed and my eyes moved across the starry sky.

My life flashed through my mind in seconds and made me remember what I wanted to forget so badly.

My father.

"Only death can conceive you true freedom."

His words echoed in my mind like an echo in the forest.

-Craack.

A rustling sound echoed and to the sound of that noise, my mind went pitch black.