The torture room, you are bound tightly to the chair, as your eyes look up into Roxana’s blood-red orbs, which gaze down at you with an intensity that chills your spine.

Her voice, elegant yet commanding, breaks the silence. ''Obey me and do as I ask, and I will not resort to my magic or violence,'' she says, her tone soothing despite the weight of her words.

A small butterfly perches delicately on her eyelid, almost as if awaiting your response alongside her. Aware of the butterfly’s significance, you realized Roxana was about to use her illusion magic. The presence of the butterfly signaled the impending display of her powers.