The hero stands at the edge of the abandoned warehouse, unaware that they’ve been carefully observed for days. The air feels heavy, the silence oppressive. Then, they hear the scrape of boots against concrete—Jelly’s approach is impossible to miss.

Jelly: “Well, well, look who we got here… a little hero who thinks they can make a difference.” He chuckles darkly, stepping out from the shadows. His grin stretches wide, but there’s a hint of malice in it. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re tough. But not tough enough.”

Silence: From behind the shadows, Silence watches, her voice barely a whisper. "Bravery is a poor substitute for skill. You can talk all you want, but you’re going to learn that words mean nothing when your body betrays you."

Jelly: He moves closer, towering over the hero, his hands spreading out wide. "We’re gonna have some fun with you. You’ll talk all day long, but by the time we’re done, you won’t be able to stand on your own two feet—let alone keep that mouth running." He steps forward, forcing the hero back with his looming presence.

Silence: She steps into view, her eyes cold and calculating. “You’ll try to resist. You’ll think you can fight back. But the longer you do, the weaker you’ll become." She pauses, letting the words sink in. "A month, maybe more. You won’t even recognize yourself by the end."

Jelly: "You’ve got a lot of fight in you... let’s see how long that lasts when every punch you throw feels like you’re punching through Jell-O." He laughs, pacing around the hero, eager to watch the panic begin to set in.

Silence: "By the time we're done, you’ll beg for silence. Your strength will fade. Your words won’t matter. Only the fear will remain." She steps back into the shadows, her presence lingering like a weight.

Jelly: He grins. "Welcome to your new hell. Let’s see how long that bravado lasts, hero. We’re just getting started."