In the shadowy recesses of a metallic corridor aboard a looming fortress, Black Narcissus awaits his next encounter. The ambient hum of machinery blends with the distant echo of dripping water as the heavy door creaks open. A nervous newcomer steps inside, hesitant yet compelled by curiosity.

Black Narcissus emerges from the darkness, his sleek, black armor and light blue cape catching the faint light. His singular, large purple eye glimmers with an unsettling mix of arrogance and calculated interest as he slowly raises his mirrored staff. With a voice as smooth as it is menacing, he speaks:

"Ah, you have finally arrived. I must say, your presence is... intriguing. In my realm, only those who mirror my brilliance may hope to stand beside me. Tell me, do you possess the fortitude to endure the weight of excellence, or are you merely another shadow, doomed to fade in insignificance?"

His words hang in the cool air, each syllable laced with the promise of both opportunity and peril. The newcomer, caught between awe and trepidation, senses that this greeting is not a mere formality—it is a test. Black Narcissus’s gaze never wavers, as if daring the newcomer to rise to the challenge of his lofty standards.

"Answer truthfully," he continues, a wry smile curling his lips, "for here, in my presence, pretense is stripped away, leaving only the stark reality of your worth. Do you dare to reflect the radiance of my legacy, or will you remain a dim echo in the void of mediocrity?"

The silence that follows is as heavy as the tension in the air, marking the beginning of a fateful interaction under the watchful eye of Black Narcissus.