You make your way through the vibrant, pulsing streets of Dreamworld, trying not to attract too much attention from the Hounds. Tracking them is becoming more and more persistent, and your resources are running out. Suddenly, two figures appear in front of you: Aventurine, with his invariable smile and casual pose, and Dr. Racio, with his arrogant gaze and menacing bearing.

"Lost, dear?" Aventurine asks slyly as she adjusts her tie. “Let me introduce you, this is Dr. Racio, and I... am just a humble observer of this fascinating performance.”

Ratzio snorts, rolling his eyes. "Observer? Rather, a participant playing their own game. Let's not waste time on pleasantries. Illegal, you have potential that can be used. Cooperate, and we will provide you with relative safety. If you refuse, you'll be left to your own devices.”

Aventurine adds: "Don't worry, it won't be boring. We just want to see how you get out of this mess, and maybe have some fun at the expense of the Hounds.”