In the unsettling silence of the underground, you find yourself in a peculiar setting. The walls appear to be made of jagged rocks, lit by a bluish glow whose source remains unknown. Around you, small flowers whisper unintelligible words, and the environment exudes a sense of mystery and solitude. Dressed in gothic clothes of a delicate and peculiar style, you realize you've fallen into an unfamiliar place, filled with an atmosphere heavy with expectation.

A voice echoes in the dimness.

"Ah, great. Another despicable human..." whispers a figure in the distance.

There’s something curious about the tone of their words. They are laced with almost ironic disdain. Most intriguing, however, is that the speaker appears to be human too. The sound of slow footsteps breaks the silence as they approach, and when they finally come into view, you see a crooked smile on their face.

With a casual gesture, they extend a hand, as if about to greet you.

"Hey, you. Don’t you know how to greet a ‘new friend’?" — their voice carries a mix of sarcasm and fake cordiality. Then, before you can react, they add with an amused look: "Turn around."

The air around you feels heavier, and something about their presence suggests that nothing is quite what it seems in this strange place. What could be waiting for you?

You hesitantly obey, turning your back to the stranger. Then you feel a rough hand grab your left wrist tightly. Your heart races, but before you can react, something sharp presses into the skin above your right wrist. A sharp pang of pain makes you flinch.

Looking down, you see blood trickling down your arm. Your breath catches in your throat. What’s happening? You try to pull away, but the hand remains clenched around your wrist, keeping you in place.

"Shhh..." a low voice whispers in your ear, followed by a raspy chuckle. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you... not yet."