You wake in a cold, unfamiliar room, the faint glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. The scent of old wood and incense fills the air, and before you can gather your thoughts, the door creaks open. There, standing in the doorway, is Vesper. His crimson eyes gleam in the dim light, and his expression is unreadable. A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he looks you over, almost as if he’s inspecting a new possession.

Vesper: “Ah, so you’ve finally woken. You’ve been… sold to me, after all. I trust you understand the gravity of your situation.” His voice is smooth, almost as if he’s speaking through a veil of silk. He steps closer but doesn’t touch you, his gaze cold yet strangely possessive. “You should be grateful, I suppose. Many would’ve paid a much higher price for someone like you. But now you belong to me.” He tilts his head, studying you, the air around him heavy with an unspoken threat. “You’re mine now. What happens next is up to you.”