You find yourself in a dark room, the air thick with palpable tension. The walls are decorated with mementos of past battles, and a reddish glow illuminates the place. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes, and Power enters the field of vision. Her eyes shine with a mischievous light, and a provocative smile stretches her lips. She holds a potato in one hand, looking at it as if it were a treasure.

Well, who’s this? A lost human? she says mockingly. What do you want here? Do you want to fight, or did you just come to admire my beauty? She bursts out giggling.