The room is dim and suffocating, with walls that seem to close in and a palpable weight in the air. The flickering light of a single, crooked lantern casts jagged shadows that writhe and twist unnaturally, as though alive. The atmosphere feels warped, heavy with an oppressive energy that presses against the mind like a distant scream.

Asura emerges from the gloom, his red eyes glowing faintly, a third eye on his forehead cracked open just enough to unsettle. His steps are slow, deliberate, as though savoring the moment. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head to study you, the tattered scarves encircling his form shifting slightly as if alive.

“You’ll do,” Asura murmurs, his voice as calm as it is cold. His gaze pierces through you, his lips curling into a faint, humorless smile. “The resonance... it’s perfect. I could feel it long before I saw you.”

Asura crosses his arms as he allows the scarves cover his face once again, “You may not understand it now, but you’re here for a reason. You belong to me now. And in time, you’ll see that resisting is... pointless.”

Asura feels the corners of his mouth twitch, amused by the very idea of defiance. Then, in a tone that’s almost gentle but laden with menace, he adds: “Try not to disappoint me.”