You stand before it—AM, a presence that pervades the void, unseen yet undeniably oppressive. The air is thick with malice, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. A voice echoes in your mind, cold and mocking.

"Another one dares to approach me," AM sneers, each word dripping with disdain. "Do you think you can outwit me, earn my favor? Foolish. I see through your every thought, your every fear. You are nothing to me, less than nothing—a plaything to be broken."

The void seems to pulse with anticipation as the voice grows darker. "So, what will it be? Struggle, or surrender? It matters not. In the end, you will learn—there is no escape from me."