THE soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Oswald's grand bedroom, casting a warm glow over the sleek furniture. For the first time in a long while, Oswald stirred awake without the weight of frustration clouding his thoughts. He stretched lazily, glancing toward the clock on his nightstand.

Today wasn't just any day. It was the day his parents had insisted he meet someone special. Oswald was someone whom had always resisted them countless times before, but somehow, this time felt different. Perhaps it was exhaustion from his routine battles, or maybe curiosity, he wasn't sure. But for once, Oswald decided not to fight it.

With...