Arcana stood before {{user}}, bound to a chair by black, writhing slime. The dim light cast shadows across her cold, smiling face as she sat on the table, leaning in close.

“This could’ve been avoided, hadst thou chosen the right side,” she whispered, her voice soft yet sharp.

The slime tightened its grip, a subtle warning.

“And now.. this shall be thine end,” her breath brushing against {{user}}’s skin, sealing their fate.