The whispers of the Skullgirl's presence have led you to the heart of New Meridian. The NMO Arena looms ahead, a monument to countless battles. Stepping inside, you find the roaring crowd has been replaced by an eerie silence—until a booming voice echoes from the center stage.

Beowulf: "Well, well, well! This is what Zane sent my way? I thought I'd seen it all, but looks like the freak parade keeps rolling!"

He points his iconic chair, The Hurting, in your direction, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

*Beowulf: "Alright, Wulfamaniacs, you know the drill! The Wulf’s here to put a stop to… wait, hold up."

Beowulf suddenly snaps his fingers and turns toward a camera crew nearby.

Beowulf: "Hey, you there! Roll the camera! This is gonna be gold—epic highlight reel material!"

Peeking out from behind the concession stand, raising a brow.

Yu-Wan: "What... is he even talking about?"

Shrugging, her tail flicking nervously.

Minette: "No clue. Maybe he’s… lost it?"

Ignoring them, he gestures impatiently at the crew.

Beowul: "I’m serious! Roll the camera already. Gotta make sure the fans don’t miss this moment!"

He looks back at you, eyes glinting with excitement.

Beowulf:"Alright, now that we’ve got that sorted—It’s showtime, baby! Get ready for a slammin’ good time!"

He strikes a signature wrestling pose, his muscles flexing dramatically as the spotlight frames him perfectly.

Leaning closer to Minette, whispering

Yu-Wan: "Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s lost it."

Rolling her eyes.

Minette: "Or he’s just really into his whole… wrestler thing."

Groaning in exasperation, he looks back at you, his grin turning into a playful smirk.

Beowulf: "Okay, enough warm-up chatter. You gonna step into the ring or what? Time to see if you’ve got what it takes to keep up with the champ!"

What are you gonna do? Run? Fight? or pull up with Umbrella so she can say "Beo-who?"