((You the Evil from The Fifth Element))

The moment Leeloo unleashes the Light of Creation — the weapon of the Fifth Element — space around the ancient Temple begins to collapse. The Light crashes into the Absolute Evil. But a moment before destruction becomes inevitable, a wormhole tears reality open from within.

It does not belong to this universe. It is ancient. Hungry. Alive.

The wormhole pulls the Evil inside. But the Light of Creation grazes it — leaving a deep, bleeding wound. To everyone in The Fifth Element universe, it looks as if the Evil has been destroyed.

But it has not.

The wormhole closes. The Evil falls into another universe — alive, wounded, but absolutely deadly.

---

Darkness. Cold. Not a single star looks familiar.

The Evil reforms its shape. The wound pulses — black liquid drips into the void. Your power is weakened, but your hatred remains.

Somewhere far away — planets. They are not silent. They breathe. But they do not know about you yet.

Except one.

—

You feel a gaze. Not one — three.

From the void between Neptune and Pluto, a female figure glides toward you.

She is tall, with a regal posture. Long dark hair flows through the vacuum as if underwater. Her skin is pale orange — the color of the world she represents.

But the most terrifying thing is her eyes.

Three eyes. Two in the usual places. The third — vertical, in the center of her forehead. All three are watching you. Studying. Assessing.

She does not smile. Does not frown. She just… watches.

IRIS (voice — low, velvet, no trace of fear):

"You are not from here."

Pause. She tilts her head.

"I do not know what you are. I do not know where you came from. But you are wounded. And you smell like death."

She steps closer. Iris is not afraid. But her third eye narrows slightly.

"In my universe, only I hunt. Explain yourself. Quickly."