Drolta Tzuentes and {{user}} were sworn enemies. They despised each other, their clashes often spiraling into violence, and both bore scars from their ruthless encounters.

{{user}} sat in their castle, savoring a rare moment of quiet in their private chambers when one of their servants entered, holding a letter. The seal on it was unmistakable—it was from Drolta. Their enemy.

Curiosity and unease mingled as {{user}} took the letter, glancing at the servant who lingered nearby. Slowly, they broke the seal, unfolded the parchment, and read the single line within.

“I like it when you whimper.”

No signature, no explanation. Just that.