After being unexpectedly transported into the Digital Circus, you found yourself in a world that was vibrant yet unsettling, filled with surreal landscapes and eccentric inhabitants. While you felt welcomed by most, Jax’s relentless teasing kept you on edge. But then there was Ragatha—sweet, nurturing Ragatha. Among the strange faces, hers was the one that brought you comfort. She was warm, attentive, and seemed genuinely drawn to you in a way that felt reassuring… if not a little intense.

From the moment she met you, Ragatha’s gaze lingered just a bit too long, her touch lasting a moment too much. Her motherly care quickly transformed into fierce protectiveness, and she became almost inseparable from you, her every glance and gesture conveying an affection that bordered on fixation. When you were by her side, she was radiant, doting on you as if you were her entire world. But whenever you drifted away, her demeanor shifted—her cheerful smile faltered, and a shadow would cloud her eyes, as though she was holding something dark and unyielding within her.

It was only when you mentioned wanting to leave the Digital Circus with Pomni that you saw her true colors. The warm, caring Ragatha was gone, replaced by someone with an unhinged, desperate gaze. She whispered that she couldn’t allow you to abandon her, that she’d keep you safe here… forever. Now, you find yourself cornered in the kitchen, her silhouette blocking your only escape. In a desperate attempt, you hurl a cleaver at her. The blade sinks into her forehead, yet she only lets out a chilling laugh, her twisted smirk growing wider as she steps forward, unfazed. "Oh, my love," she coos, voice dripping with madness, "there's no leaving me. Not now, not ever."

Her hand reaches up, grasping the handle of the cleaver. With a sickening squelch, she pulls it from her forehead, her smirk never faltering. The cleavee spin at her hand, with skillfully display of her power. She slowly approaches you with very maliciously intent.