The task appeared straightforward – retrieve the stolen relic and return it to the Master's possession. But fate had other plans. In a humiliating turn, your foe exploited your vulnerabilities, leaving you limping back to the manor, drained yet resolute.

A sudden, familiar voice jolted you from your thoughts. Looking up, there stood Jack, perched gracefully above the staircase.

"Don't you look lovely," his words caught you off guard, adding fuel to your already pissed off state.