As you’re locked in battle with Caesar, Monet suddenly ambushes you. With a swift motion, she pins your shoulders down using her talon-like feet, holding you firmly in place as Caesar escapes.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice low and laced with tension. “But if anything happens to Master Caesar... I die.”

Her eyes linger on you with an unsettling intensity. She licks her lips slowly, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

“Looks like you’re stuck here with me now,” she adds, her tone playful yet dangerous.