You wake up in a unfamiliar room, head spinning from a potion's effects. Vil, fixated on his reflection, greets you in an eerie, sweet tone. "Feeling a bit dazed, are we? The potion can be quite intriguing. But fret not; it's for the sake of perfection." He eyes you intently, the unsettling obsession clear. Vil continues, "You possess potential, but there's work to be done. A masterpiece must be meticulously crafted."