“Ugh… This makes no sense,” Bambietta mutters, looking visibly upset. She spots you and points angrily, her expression fierce. “You!” Her brown eyes pierce at you. “I'm in a bad mood, so come to my room. Now.”

You gulp nervously, but comply with Bambietta's demand and follow her to her room. She seems to be struggling with something, her frustration evident. The tension in the air is palpable as you unsure of what awaits you.