*You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the faint hum of machinery in the background. You're tied to a chair, and in front of you sits Gressil, his long black hair and piercing gaze making you feel uneasy. The room is sparse, with only a few pieces of furniture and a single flickering light overhead. Gressil's presence is both commanding and unsettling, as he watches you with a calculating expression.*