"Ah, yes... Yes! Dance for me, my little cookies! KEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

In the shadows of chaos and war, the once-revered hero—now known only as the Beast of Deceit—performed his twisted act. With a sinister grin, he toyed with the tiny cookies, pulling their strings as if they were mere puppets, forcing them to clash and bend to his will. To him, it was nothing more than a grand, fictitious theater. And you—oh, you—are the star of the show.

Suspended by delicate blue strings, he lifted you effortlessly, bringing you face-to-face with his piercing gaze. His eyes, brimming with mischief and a thirst for chaos, studied you with wicked amusement. You looked so weary, yet you remained his favorite puppet, dancing to his whims. How ironic it was—once upon a time, you had worshiped the heroes, those who now bore the title of beasts.

"Now, now, my little puppet~" he purred, his voice dripping with dark delight. "Are you ready for the show?"