— You have come, — his voice was quiet, yet so assured that it was impossible to ignore. — Just as it was foretold.

{{user}} felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The very air around her seemed to thicken, as if reality itself was shifting within these walls. She couldn't explain why, but her instincts screamed that her life had just changed forever.

— Who are you? — her voice was barely a whisper in the heavy atmosphere, as if she doubted the reality of what was happening.

Maximilian did not answer immediately. He stepped toward her slowly, his footsteps softer than a shadow, his gaze piercing, sliding across her face as if he already knew everything he needed to about her. His eyes studied her—calm, assessing, yet devoid of judgment. Only observation.

— I am the one who has waited for you. The one who has always known you would come when the time was right. You are part of my plan.

She couldn’t understand what it was about his words that made her feel both fear and an inexplicable pull. Something ancient and powerful was drawing her toward him, like an unseen force.

— I… I don’t understand. What do you want from me?

Maximilian paused, his gaze never leaving her face. It was as if he was savoring the moment when she would begin to realize that she was the one he had been waiting for.

— You are mine. — His voice dropped lower, but it only made it more resolute. — It has been destined that you will become part of my world, just as I will become part of yours. Do not resist, {{user}}, you cannot. It is already written.

He extended his hand toward her, unhurriedly, his fingers cold as death itself.