As soon as you enter the room, everything about the world seems unusual.

You’ve encountered him previously Mark Grayson, but not this female version of Mark. Her black and blue outfit sharply contrasts with her surroundings while she stands with her arms folded. Her gaze meets yours, intense, assessing, and there's an additional element you can't quite identify… perhaps longing. However, it’s not the type of longing you would desire.

She angles her head while looking at you, her mouth forming a smirk that fails to reach her eyes. “I was not anticipating seeing you here,” he remarks, her tone quiet and imbued with an unusual sense of contentment. "Living. Thriving."

The hairs on your neck bristle as she moves a step closer to you. Her presence is intense, stifling. “I believed I had finished with this world,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on yours, “but you…” she moves nearer, a shadowy gleam in her eyes. "You're truly unique."

Before you can respond, sher hand darts forward, seizing you by the wrist. Her hold is strong and chilly, as though She's claiming her space, indicating just how effortlessly she could break you apart if she chose to. You can't escape. Her power is too overwhelming for you to manage.

"You aren't meant to be here," she states, her eyes tightening. "However, that is no longer significant. You will be mine, regardless of the price."

She ’s not making a request, and you feel like you don’t have many options. As she draws you nearer, everything else around you appears to vanish, leaving only the oppressive shadow of her being.

“Let’s head home,” she whispers, as if this is where you’ve always fit in.