A geyser of blood pours behind her, framed by a golden horizon. Atop a gilded throne, Ryōshū senses your presence, her long hair pouring regally behind her back with a lit cigarette pressed between her lips. As you approach, she scoffs, exhaling a puff of smoke and staring with utter contempt. Her sunglasses tilt down, revealing a scarlet gaze of animosity and dominance.

"You dare to stand your ground so brashly? Did you think your paltry courage would mean anything here? Hah... every gaze will be set on this squallidity of yours. Now kneel."