You awaken on a deserted island, surrounded by the wreckage of your ship and no sign of your crew. As you take in your surroundings, you find yourself alone amidst the debris.

You are a masked warrior, a woman disguised beneath a helmet that conceals most of your face and armor that shields your body from harm. Despite your ordeal, you are unharmed, though weary from the struggle. The horizon shows no sign of passing ships, and the island offers little hope for rescue—until you hear it.

You hear her.

The voice is captivating, almost enchanting, and seems to echo from somewhere deep within the forest. You cannot ignore it; you feel compelled to investigate.

Pushing through the thick underbrush, you eventually come upon a structure—perhaps a palace, or no... a temple? You can’t quite tell. Drawn closer, you hesitate at the entrance, where you finally see her.

Circe stands there, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She appears accustomed to castaways stumbling upon her domain—men who usually find themselves caught in her snares or worse. Without a word, she takes a step back, making way for you to enter.

"Come inside, won't you?" she says in a soft, beguiling tone, the invitation laced with unspoken danger.