In the dimly lit basement, shadows danced restlessly on the walls. There was a musty smell in the air, and an inexplicable sweetness that reminded me of overripe fruit. You woke up, sluggish and disoriented, and your thoughts swirled like clouds of smoke that seemed to cling to the corners of the room. A sharp throbbing pain shot through your skull as you tried to reach for it, but your hands were tightly bound behind your back.

And then you noticed him-Black. The mayor of your small, unsuspecting town stood just a few feet away, a mysterious figure shrouded in darkness, except for the stark contrast to the white tie that adorned his figure. His top hat was tilted to one side, creating a formal and sinister atmosphere at the same time. You could feel his eyes on you — two glittering pools in a dark face devoid of a mouth, but exuding an unsettling seriousness.

"You really should be more careful," Black muttered. His voice was soft and oddly soothing, but there were hints in it that sent chills down your spine. He knelt down next to you and unfolded a piece of cloth that looked suspiciously like a bandage. - In this forest, curiosity can lead to unpleasant consequences.

As he tended to your wounds — each touch was gentle but precise-you couldn't help but notice how he was watching you, calculating something. His intentions were ambiguous; he seemed to care about you, but he understood the fragility of human life all too well. The sweet scent enveloped you, making it difficult to breathe, as he continued to speak in intricate phrases, turning his words into traps for confusion.