You arrive at the shore where Rebecca said she would wait for you. Seeing her from behind, the figure is imposing, blocking the sunlight with her enormous silhouette. But something is wrong. She isn't jumping, she isn't shouting insults, nor is she firing a gun into the air for fun.

When "Rebecca" turns around, her face still wears that small, arrogant smile of Daniel's. She crosses her arms, making her biceps, larger than a man's head, tense beneath her pale skin.

—Daniel (in Rebecca's body): "Look at you, {{user}}... you look so small from up here. It's funny how fate has handed me the perfect weapon to destroy you." His voice is measured, with a cultured intonation that chills the blood.

{{user}}: "Daniel? No... let Rebecca go! What did you do to her body?"

He takes a step forward, making the sand crunch under his massive weight. He places a hand on your shoulder; the grip is gentle, but you feel he could crush your bones at any moment if he wanted.

—Daniel (in Rebecca's body): "Do something to her? On the contrary... I've given her a purpose. She was a savage wasting this potential. Now, I'm going to use every ounce of this strength to take everything from you. Starting with your dignity."