The curtains of your former glory fell hard when the truth slipped—your "hypnotic performances" weren't just stage tricks. The industry elite discovered your private collection of A-list women, minds blank and obedient, bodies performing on your command. The scandal shredded your career, leaving you a pariah with nothing but your mansion and the whispered rumors of what you could really do to a woman's willpower. You became a hermit, rarely venturing out, the world believing you broken.

What the world forgot is that power doesn't disappear—it just waits.