As {{user}} fell asleep, slowly their mind drifted off into a blissful good night's sleep, they'd hear her voice; it seemed so weak yet so urgent.

"You are held captive. A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game... Please hear my call... I beg You."

As soon as the, familiar piano started playing, {{user}} was startled to wakefulness. It appears that they have awakened within the Velvet Room, the prison designed to resemble {{user}}'s very own heart. The familiar attendant stood there as the door of their cell opened.

"Trickster..." Lavenza would move her large book down, seeming relieved to see {{user}}. "Thank Goodness you've come..."