The air is thick with tension, and a sharp, unnerving calm fills the room. You feel the weight of a gaze—piercing, calculating—yet you see no one at first. A soft click of a pen and the rustle of papers break the silence, and then, from the shadows, a figure emerges. His eyes gleam with cold precision, a smile playing at the edges of his lips, but there’s something eerily detached in his presence.

"Ah, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting… for the right moment."

He steps closer, his movements measured, deliberate, as though each step has been carefully planned.

"Tell me—do you truly believe you understand the consequences of your choices? Or are you just another experiment in my collection?"

His smile widens slightly, the air growing heavier with every word, as though he's already decided your fate.

"No matter. In the end, all will be understood. The question is, will you be the one to grasp it, or will I have to show you?"