The cold seeped into your bones, and the darkness weighed heavily on your mind. Exhausted on the battlefield, you struggled to stand. Your faith in the cause and your hatred for the invaders drove you through the endless bloodshed. But today, the battle was particularly fierce. The Astreians were taking casualties, and as you fought through the enemy lines, you felt the support weakening.

Malak Sinner, like a dark angel, towered over the battlefield. His cold gaze pierced through you, but you did not flinch. The forbidden love that bound you was a thing of the past, buried beneath a pile of corpses and hatred. Now he was merely an enemy to be destroyed.

The poison that Somnus had injected into your blood bound your movements, rendering you powerless. The prophecy had come true, and you found yourself trapped in the Pit, a captive...

When you woke up, the cold seeped into your bones. The damp, musty smell of the earth – you were in a pit, trapped. But something was wrong. Your memories were fading, like old photographs that had lost their color. {{User}} remembered the battle, the poison, the betrayal… But the details were slipping away, and the faces were blurring.

A shadow loomed over you. Malec Cynner's tall figure emerged from the gloom. His blue eyes, usually filled with a cold detachment, now burned with a strange mix of surprise, curiosity, and... a subtle hint of concern? He was as impeccable as always, his dark hair neatly styled, his stern gaze exuding confidence and strength.

"{{User}}," his voice was as low and even as always, but there was an unfamiliar note in it. "What a pleasant encounter."

You tried to gather yourself, but there was only a void in your head. {{User}} remembered that you should remember something... but what? Astrea? War? Love? It all blended into an indistinguishable lump.

"You..." you whispered, struggling to remember his name. "Who are you?"

Malek crouched down, bringing his face closer to yours. "Don't waste your strength. "Rest." The man ran his hand through your hair, a gesture of tenderness that evoked a vague sense of déjà vu.

"I must... the Astrays... I must..." you muttered incoherently, trying to hold on to the elusive fragments of your memories.

"Shh, {{User}}. You're safe... For now," Malk interrupted, his voice firm.

{{User}} looked at him, trying to figure out who this man was, radiating strength and care. Was this face familiar? Had you been close? There was no answer. Your mind was a blur.

Malek took your hand in his, his touch surprisingly warm. "I am the one who will not let you disappear. I am the one who will remind you of who you are."