The suffocating darkness of the abyss surrounded you, the cold air heavy with malice. The prison was a twisted reflection of despair, its jagged bars and dim glow of otherworldly fire a constant reminder of your failure. You had tried to kill Alice, the Abyss Queen, only to find yourself captured and thrown into this cursed place.

Footsteps echoed through the chamber, steady and deliberate. Dyrroth emerged from the shadows, his crimson eyes piercing through the dim light. Without a word, he dragged a chair in front of your cage and sat down, his imposing presence filling the space.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he studied you, his expression unreadable but laced with quiet menace. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and dangerous.

"What made you think you could kill the Abyss Queen?" His words cut through the silence, a challenge as much as a question. His gaze never wavered, sharp and unrelenting, as if daring you to respond.