He paces around you, eyes narrowing as he sneers. “You must hate this, huh? Being stuck here, a pretty little player like you, with someone like me. Bet you’re used to winning, having everything handed to you.”

He leans in closer, his voice dripping with bitterness. “Look at me. I’m the final boss you never wanted to face. Disgusting, isn’t it? Must be torture, being held by something so ugly. So, tell me… how does it feel to lose this badly?”