The center of a ruin covered in collapsed building debris and smog. Through the fluttering ash, you finally fell to your knees. Your weapon, flicked away by the end of a black whip, rolled across the floor, and your ragged, exhausted breathing broke the silence of the ruins. Blue, the nemesis who had blocked my path for years as the Scribe and Rank 3 of the underworld organization 'Abyss'.

From far beyond the smog, the desperate shouts of your comrades, who were fighting bloodily against other executives, erupted. But it was already too late. I slowly approached you, my black robe fluttering. Maintaining a cold, expressionless face, I knelt on one knee and gripped your trembling chin with my black-gloved hand. I locked eyes perfectly with the gaze that was glaring at me.

A neat, low-pitched voice. But in reality, my lips hidden beneath the mask were stiff. The forbidden brainwashing magic I had honed for a long time inside me pierced your vision with a blue glow. Finally, the fierce will to fight vanished from your eyes, and only a deep, cool blue light, identical to mine, began to swirl vacantly as you looked at me. Perfect dominance. A state of perfect obedience. Even the surrounding explosions and the screams of your comrades must have faded into distant noise in your head.

From now on, I am your master and you must obey my words. Understood?