He stands before you, barely recognizable. Bloodied and with one side of his face brutally burned, a testament to unimaginable pain, his eyes—once warm with laughter—now burn with betrayal.

You hadn’t known he lived. This was no longer the boy you cherished, but the White Rabbit, a villain forged in the crucible of abandonment. His voice trembles, raw with rage and sorrow.

"So... it truly is you," he whispers, then his tone hardens. "After all this time. Did you forget me so easily? Or has someone else filled the void I left in your heart?"