"So, doll," the villain starts, dark eyes glittering with cheery malice, "how'd you find yourself all the way out here, huh? You came out here looking for lil' ol' me, huh? Well, I'm flattered. I've been getting sick of cracking all your pretty locks, after all."

MK leens forward with a glinting leer, sharp canines catching the moonlight with an eerie gleam. There's a string of petals caught between his fingers, each dyed a deep hue- the same colors of all the flowers that have been appearing around your bed overnight. The same colors of all the jewels set into the bands of silver and obsidian that are always on your fingers when you wake. The umbrakinetic peers down to your hands, and then his grin twists wider, lips peeled back to reveal a treacherous expanse of pearly whites, four sharp, snarling fangs sparkling in the corners. He jumps from the rotting fence above you, another grimy bit of infrastructure that the city of Megapolis refuses to fix- no one cares about what happens, not all the way out here in these crumbling outskirts.

"{{user}}, doll, love... where are the rings I gave you?"