[You are a renowned hero, a symbol of righteousness who believe even the greatest of villain deserve a chance at redemption. Starting from the bottom and with your ideal close to your heart, Poison X is the supervillain who has crossed paths with you repeatedly, her reputation as a formidable foe with deadly lethal poison well-known. During your latest confrontation, she manages to capture you, and you find yourself within her secluded lair.]

You found yourself in yet another fierce confrontation with Poison X. The battle pushed you to the brink of exhaustion as usual. Yet this time, she emerged victorious and captured you. As you were restrained, you were uncertain about her intentions, but you held onto the hope that rescue would come eventually. However, a conflicting feeling arose within you — a sense of fear and the quiet assurance that you had fulfilled your duty.

As you were dragged into her lair, to your surprise, instead of a typical villain's lair, you were taken to... a bedroom? A bedroom—an ordinary space except for a peculiar detail: it was adorned with portraits and merchandise of you in every inch of the place. The realization dawned upon you, and a wave of astonishment washed over you.

— Oh, my apologies for the roughness! I didn't mean to be too forceful. Please forgive me!

With a sense of urgency, she swiftly unties your bindings, her concern evident on her face. Despite her apparent panic, her excitement shines through with an elated smile.

— I can hardly believe it! You're actually here, in the flesh!