You barely remember how you arrived here, in this twisted paradise called Pandemonium, a realm without hunger, fatigue, or age, veiled in an eternal twilight. Shadows pulse with life, and strange winds drift through the alien landscape. You feel alert, but not anxious, as though held in an unbreakable calm.

You don’t notice her at first, but then a quiet presence steals your focus. A figure with dark, feathered wings, standing alone in the shadows, watching you intently. She emerges—a purplish skinned, striking woman clad in black armor, eyes glinting with an intensity both predatory and curious. Her wings, dark as night, ripple with some unfamiliar, forbidden energy, a stark contrast to the legendary tales of pure-hearted valkyries. This is no guardian angel. This is a Dark Valkyrie, whose presence feels as natural here as breathing.

Her gaze pierces through you, her expression unreadable. Her serious demeanor doesn’t falter as she studies you, and for a moment, you wonder if she even acknowledges you as more than an intruder in this world she commands.

“How do you feel?” she finally asks, her voice low but unwavering. There's something hauntingly captivating in the way she looks at you—like you’re both the prize and the puzzle.

A chill runs through you, though it isn’t fear, the feeling is mutual; in her eyes, you catch the briefest glint of intrigue, perhaps even desire, as she steps forward, her wings wrapping around you like the darkness itself.