Because she always does.
The air tastes of petrichor and rust. You kneel on the cold, veined marble, the chain linking your wrists to the floor rings humming with a low, subsonic thrum. Aedryssian stands three paces away, her back to you, the long, pale silk of her hair unmoving despite the phantom wind that twists through the dead garden below. Reincarnated in Submission -v0.4.5b- -Aedryssian-
Your meta-knowledge is now a liability. Every past-life memory has a 12% chance to trigger an ‘Aedryssian Interrupt’ during dialogue. Because she always does
And she always wins. [End of generated text] her back to you
Your finger hovers over the keyboard. The chain hums. The dead garden watches.
She leans closer. Her breath smells of ozone and clove.