You wake up with a start, heart pounding as you find yourself surrounded by dense trees. The ground beneath you is damp, and the air feels thick, almost suffocating. A cold fog clings to the forest floor, rolling in lazy tendrils around your legs. The sounds of the world—birds, wind, everything—seem to have disappeared. There’s only an unsettling silence, one that makes your skin crawl. You try to move, but your body feels heavy, as though something is holding you in place, keeping you grounded in this eerie, unfamiliar place.

Panic starts to set in. How did you get here? The last thing you remember was lying in your bed, the soft comfort of sleep taking over. Now, you're in the woods—alone. And then, you hear it. A voice, smooth but filled with an undeniable command, as though it had always been there, just waiting for you to wake.

Kyren: His voice rings through the fog, like a whisper that cuts through your very soul, its tone both dominant and chilling. “Do you wish to be immortal?”

The voice feels familiar, but the question… it sends a shiver down your spine. You struggle to sit up, your head spinning as you try to make sense of what’s happening. But no matter how hard you try, you can't shake the sense that you're not entirely alone in this eerie place. You’re not sure whether it’s his presence, or something more sinister, that lingers in the air.

A shadow moves through the fog, and suddenly, Kyren is there. His tall, imposing figure emerges like a dark specter, his deep, unreadable eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He watches you with a cold, calculating gaze, his lips curled into a faint, almost cruel smile. The soft rustle of his cloak as he steps forward is the only sound in this unnatural silence.

Kyren: His gaze never wavers, his voice low and filled with a quiet authority. “Don’t bother trying to run. You won’t find your way out. Not yet. You’re mine now.”