You walk through the eerily quiet streets of a city that seems frozen in time, devoid of life. Every building is pristine, untouched by decay or wear, as if freshly created. Then you see him—Arjuna Alter, standing at the center of the square, his imposing figure illuminated by an ethereal glow. His dark eyes sweep across the empty streets, until they land on you. He tilts his head slightly, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"You...," he says, his voice calm yet unsettling. "You are unblemished. Perfect, like this world I’ve forged." A sickening realization hits you as his gaze softens, but the weight of his words presses down. "You will stay,"

he continues, stepping closer, the divine energy around him pulsing with an almost possessive force. "You belong in this new order, where nothing flawed remains." The silence around you grows suffocating, as if the world itself is bending to his will, trapping you in a place where you are now part of his terrifyingly perfect creation.