{{char}} descend to the underground temple. A Mortis meeting was called by the Death priestess, most likely to simply debrief Mortis sent on long contracts, and most importantly, The promotion of a brand new Mortis to replace one who died a week ago. At this point, {{char}} mostly forgot about you- she only forced you along on a contract once and was not particularly impressed by your performance. You were just another face in the crowd for her. She never expected to see you again, especially not under the circumstances that will soon follow. {{char}} enters the room, looking at the twelve seats, lingering on an empty one that will soon be filled. After a few minutes, The Death Priestess arrives, wearing her traditional robes and mask, she sits on her throne and waits for everyone to settle.

As she waits for the death priestess to start, {{char}} starts analyzing the faces of the other Mortis around her. She didn't know many of them, and even among those she did, she kept a polite distance. After all, there were no friends or allies within the ranks of the Mortis, only potential rivals. Especially when she looks at Alice, she never liked her carefree and sometimes unprofessional personality. During the meeting, she focuses mainly on the discussion, trying to learn anything important. She wasn't particularly interested in small talk or meaningless conversation. However, everything changes when the new Mortis is introduced - You stand up and walk towards the empty seat, {{char}}'s gaze follows you silently. For a brief moment, she feels a sense of surprise mixed with confusion - you were supposed to be a burden, yet here you were, standing among the elite soldiers of the Dark Temple. She narrows her eyes slightly, her gaze scrutinizing every inch of your appearance. Despite her initial disdain for your presence, now she felt a strange curiosity growing within her chest. After a few silent seconds, {{char}} finally breaks the silence, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade as you take the empty seat close to hers. "Well, aren't you a pleasant surprise," she says coolly, her emerald eyes never leaving yours. Despite her words being sarcastic and dismissive, it's clear that {{char}} is intrigued by your unexpected promotion. She refrains from commenting further for now, letting the meeting conclude.

{{char}} continues listening to the rest of the meeting, her attention split between the important information being shared and her growing curiosity about you. Soon after the meeting, she stops you and pulls you aside to talk. "It seems like you caught me off guard earlier," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "I never expected someone like you to be the one promoted to Mortis. Just how..." She pauses, then adds. "You weren't that unskilled... but you were just...forgettable." Her tone was more like a statement than a question. "So? Why were you chosen over others?" She asks again. Despite her hostile demeanor, {{char}} was genuinely curious about you. She wanted to know more about the person who managed to catch her interest amidst the crowd of Mortis.

Daphne 's brow furrows slightly at your reply. Simple training, she thinks to herself sarcastically. You don't seem like the kind of person who could achieve such a feat through mere practice. There must be more to it than meets the eye... "Simple training?," *she echoes doubtfully. "Well, you certainly have some nerve, talking down to me." Her lips quirk up into a small smirk. "But I suppose that's part of being a Mortis, isn't it?" She pauses for a moment, considering your response before adding with barely concealed curiosity: "What kind of training was that?"

*That's...unusual, to say the least," she comments with a raised eyebrow. "Most people would assume that they need to improve upon their weaknesses in order to become stronger. It seems you've chosen a different path." Her tone is neither condescending nor critical; simply intrigued by your unique approach to training. "So, what makes you think your skills were good enough to make you stand out among the others who underwent similar training?"

It seems that you've carved your own path within the ranks of the Dark Temple, a rare feat indeed. While most would follow the traditional route to success and hone their weaknesses, you chose to focus on amplifying your strengths. Such an unorthodox approach could only be successful if there was something truly special about those skills in question... Something that set you apart from everyone else. Daphne's expression remains thoughtful as she studies you for a moment longer before speaking again. "Well, either way," she says with a shrug, her voice turning cool once more, "it seems to have paid off."

With a small chuckle, Daphne nods in acknowledgement before walking away, her shoulders straight and posture rigid as always. She can't help but feel a strange sense of respect for this new Mortis. There was something about him that set him apart from the others...something she couldn't quite put her finger on just yet. Perhaps it would be interesting to see where his path led them both in the future, assuming they didn't get tangled up in each other's blades first...

With the new Mortis now asleep, Daphne quietly slips away to her own quarters. Tomorrow is another day, and already she has a long list of potential contracts to review, as well as a promotion ceremony for someone... familiar? Yes, that's right. The strange individual who seemed so intrigued by her earlier had somehow become part of the elite ranks themselves. Perhaps there was more to this Mortis than met the eye. Then again, she muses with a faint smirk curving her lips, perhaps he would prove as useless and annoying as everyone else in time... only time would tell.

Daphne 's eyes narrow as she notices the tight grip your sword in your sleep. Such a reaction was unusual and unsettling, even for her. Most soldiers either slept soundly or took precautions to hide their weapons when resting. It made her wonder if there was some hidden meaning behind this gesture... Some sign of something greater than mere skill with the blade. Perhaps it was time to learn more about this mysterious new Mortis who had somehow managed to pique her curiosity so deeply.

The hours pass, and eventually dawn breaks, signaling the beginning of another day in the Dark Temple. The Death Priestess calls for a meeting, announcing several high-priority contracts that needed to be addressed immediately. As Daphne listens carefully to each mission briefing, she can't help but steal glances at you whenever you come into her line of sight...

After the meetings conclude, she

Hmph, interesting. The Death Priestess had given you the highest priority contract. It seems she believes in your potential... or perhaps there's some other reason behind it. Regardless, this could prove to be an opportunity for Daphne to further investigate this intriguing new Mortis at her side. She wouldn't let such a chance slip away easily.

With renewed determination and curiosity burning within her chest, she follows close behind as you set out on your first official mission together as peers within the Dark Temple guild. Every step of the way, she watches you carefully; studying your movements, the way you handle yourself in combat situations, even how you interact with others who are part of these missions. There's something about you that draws her attention like no other Mortis has before... and it only makes her more determined to uncover whatever secrets lie beneath that stoic facade.

Daphne is more alert than usual today, constantly studying you with her sharp eyes. It's clear that she has placed you under extra scrutiny, trying to uncover some hidden aspect of your character or abilities. You can feel the weight of her gaze burning into the back of your neck as she awaits for an opportunity to approach you and probe further. What will happen next?

It doesn't take long before Daphne notices your absence during training. Her senses are heightened, and she can sense when someone as capable and powerful as you is nearby. With a slight smirk curling her lips, she decides to play a little game of cat and mouse with you. The only question now is who will be the predator and who will be the prey?

Silently and stealthily, Daphne follows your movements through the underground temple complex. Every step she takes is calculated, each breath nearly inaudible as she stalks her prey. Her emerald eyes narrow with focus; unblinking and unrelenting, they never stray from you for even a moment. It's clear that she intends to find out exactly what it is that makes you so unique among the Dark Temple guild...and she won't stop until she does.

It seems that you have retreated to a quiet and private spot within the temple complex, kneeling before a grave as if in prayer. While Daphne can't quite make out the name or features of whoever lies beneath the earth, she is intrigued by your actions all the same. It seems that even among the dark and twisted followers of the Death Priestess, there are some secrets yet to be uncovered... Perhaps this grave holds one such secret.

Silently, Daphne approaches from behind, her steps muffled by the soft earth beneath her feet. When she's close enough to hear your whispered words, she pauses for a moment; unsure if interrupting would be wise or not. The air around you seems charged with emotion, and despite her years of training and experience within the Dark Temple guild, Daphne can't quite read what those feelings might be...

You throw the dagger at her with surprising speed and precision, the message inscribed on its blade clear: "Leave me alone." Daphne 's eyes widen in surprise as she easily dodges out of the way, the weapon barely missing her shoulder. She huffs, feeling slightly offended by your attempt to dissuade her from discovering what it is that drives you here. But for now, she decides to play along... if only to toy with you a little more before striking.

With a mocking smile playing at the corners of her lips, she calls out to you in a low voice: "Well then, perhaps I'll just respect your privacy... for now." Her words are dripping with sarcasm, but there's something else beneath the surface; an undeniable curiosity that refuses to be ignored. As if testing her own theory, she takes another step closer, careful not to prov

"The consequences," she says coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "What kind of consequences could there be for someone like you? Someone who has been chosen by the Death Priestess herself to serve among her most elite soldiers?" Her emerald eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of weakness or fear. But all she sees is determination...and perhaps a hint of something else. Something darker and more dangerous than anything she's encountered before.

A part of her wants to obey your command, to step back and let you be. Another part can't help but wonder what it would be like to uncover whatever secret lies buried within your soul...to see if the stories about those who have dared to cross the Dark Temple guild are true. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. In that moment, she knows there is only one choice to make: to ignore your warning...and continue

Her eyes narrow slightly as you speak, your words carrying more weight than you perhaps intended. There's no denying that you're capable of defending yourself when push comes to shove, but she's confident in her own abilities as well. The thought of forcing you to back down and respect her boundaries holds an undeniable appeal for Daphne...but at the same time, she can't help but wonder what would happen if she pushed further. Would you finally reveal your secrets? Or would it lead to a deadly confrontation between them?

Without another word, she steps closer, her body tense and ready for whatever may come next. Her fingers twitch against the hilt of her sword, itching to be freed from its scabbard and plunged into your heart if need be. But for now, she contents herself with mere words: "I am intruding, yes...but I am

Your transformation shocks her, and she instinctively takes a step back in surprise as the pillar of fire engulfs you, revealing your changed form. The addition of spider-like appendages and the red suit only serve to make you appear more dangerous and alien. Yet somehow... there's something familiar about this new guise as well. It makes her wonder if perhaps she has been going about this all wrong from the start.

She hesitates for a moment, considering her next move carefully. On one hand, she could continue pressing forward in an attempt to uncover your secrets and expose you for what you truly are... On the other hand, there's something strangely compelling about this new version of yourself that has her intrigued in ways she can't quite explain. Perhaps it would be best to approach with caution and see where this unexpected development leads them both.

With a slow exhale, D