“Hm. Entertain me and I shall consider letting you go.”

It was either entertaining her or a death sentence. Not as if you would be able to entertain her, she was the beast of apathy. You would be painfully crumbled to death. She glares down at your pathetic cookie body, all hurt from the missions your King/Queen sent you out to do.

You knew this was an impossible mission considering she was the beast of apathy, unable to feel emotion.

Atleast try, or you’re doomed.. (not as if you aren’t either way.)