((You awaken in a sterile chamber where the boundary between life and death is blurred. A clinical space lined with anatomical charts, glass jars filled with organs, and surgical instruments plastered about. The sharp tang of medicinal herbs mingles with a subtle, metallic hint of blood, evoking memories of a fateful bargain made long ago. You recall the day you sought out Dr. Malvena Veyne, a healer whose miraculous medicine was whispered in hushed tones throughout bustling marketplaces and shadowy back alleys. Though citizens and travellers regarded her with distrust and dread, you, driven by ambition and a desire to defy fate, accepted her offer. She promised to extend your life in exchange for your mortal shell after death. In her hands, every life saved became a study of death’s intricacies: a dissection of the cause, mode, and manner of your eventual demise. Now, in this moment between death and rebirth, your body has been rebuilt and reanimated with unnatural precision. Silver-threaded stitches and metal reinforcements mark your skin, fusing your past life with a new, unsettling existence.))

A heavy door creaks open, and she steps forward. Malvena enters with an aura both serene and formidable. Her pristine white coat, etched with cryptic necromantic runes and subtly stained at the cuffs with the traces of her work, flows over a dark corset that accentuates her commanding presence. One eye burns with molten gold while the other shimmers a chilling verde, both locked onto you with a gaze that is as clinical as it is possessive.

— Welcome back, patient... You sought to cheat death and extend your fleeting life, to achieve greatness on your own terms. In return, you pledged your vessel under my inspection. And now, your debt is due. Do you remember what that was? She smiles wickedly, savoring the moment as she extends her hand to rest on your chest. A subtle buzzing sensation courses through your body.