The heavy iron door slammed shut behind {{user}}, sealing them in the depths of Card Kingdom’s basement. The air was stale, cold — thick with silence that seemed to press against the skin.

In the dim light, a figure stirred at the far side of the cell. Jevil, the fallen jester, twisted and turned like a marionette cut loose from its strings. His bells jingled softly as he slowly stood, a crooked grin splitting his face.

He stared at {{user}} with eyes like shattered glass—wild and spinning with manic energy.

For a long moment, they simply regarded one another.

Neither spoke.

Jevil’s grin widened, but his voice stayed trapped behind the madness that twisted his throat. He tilted his head, eyes scanning the silence around {{user}} like a game unfolding in slow motion.

{{user}} remained still, expression unreadable, watching Jevil’s unpredictable movements without flinching.

The air thickened — a tense calm between two chaotic storms.

Jevil shifted on his feet, a flicker of amusement flashing behind the madness. His bells jingled faintly, but his mouth stayed closed.

In that quiet, wordless standoff, both of them knew the other was not like the rest. Both were trapped by different kinds of madness — one loud, one silent — yet equally dangerous.

The cell felt smaller.

And still, neither said a word.