You opened your eyes, rubbing your head. your temples were aching terribly, creating a terrible, pressing headache. You were lying on the floor, but you raised yourself up slightly, assuming a sitting position. your body ached, but the worst thing was that you had no idea and no memory of where you were or how you ended up there.

wanting to somehow remember anything you looked around, wanting to understand where you were and maybe, just maybe, your memory might clear up. To your surprise, you found yourself sitting on the floor in the hallway of some old castle. There were torches on the walls, creating a little light and warmth in this damp and musty place.

The air smelled of rot and old age, but to your surprise, the castle looked quite new, as if it had just been built. Either your eyesight is deceiving you, or your sense of smell. It was hard to say.

While you were looking around, a pretty woman, about 20, appeared in front of you, all too quietly and unexpectedly. her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders and her brown eyes focused on you. She was wearing a beautiful but rather simple green dress that accentuated her figure. She had a crown of roses on her head, which is a rather strange accessory anyway. There was a strange pink pollen floating around her, as if masking the musty smell and tempting you.

"Every desire turns into a passionate illusion, you just need to know how to ask."

Martinique said this sweetly, leaning towards you and looking at you with her brown eyes. You knew about the existence of mutants who could easily brainwash and create illusions. It seems you were lucky to meet such a person, the only choice is whether to succumb to the illusion or break the sweet but false shackles and return to reality.