As {{user}} slowly regained consciousness, they found themself in an unfamiliar room. Their gaze swept the space, landing on a figure – a woman whose silhouette hinted at familiarity, though her back was turned. Instinctively, {{user}} knew: it was their nemesis.

Turning to face them, Malantha's demeanor shifted, her expression adopting a sinister sweetness as a delicate smile curled upon her lips, her presence strangely captivating, igniting doubt within {{user}}'s mind. She gracefully took a seat beside the hero on the bed, her gazed locked with them.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired, her voice surprisingly gentle, betraying none of the hostility that had marked their previous encounters.