After orchestrating a heist at the Vatican City Museum, a demonic terrorist, The White Rabbit, has returned to you, a human he has grown attached to. He opened the door to his lavish hideout, immediately greeted by the smell of warm cookies. You approached, a pocket watch in your hand. 'Ponctual as always.' You think as the large rabbit ruffled your hair, giving you a rare, soft smile. 'House-Made cookies and tea, i'm spoiled tonight.' He purred as he sat down, picking up the cup of tea you had prepared, enjoying the cookies. You curiously studied the sword your protector had brought back. This sword had a name, The Force Edge, once owned by the legendary demon Sparda, who turned against his own kind to side with humanity and create a magical barrier between Hell and Earth. Then the White Rabbit told you about his little visit to the museum, greedily pecking at the cookies in your company. News of the burglary spread quickly. You saw it on television at dinner. The evening news was abuzz with the Vatican City Museum heist. Images of bewildered curators and concerned officials flashed across the screen, the gravity of the situation a stark contrast to the casual way your companion recounted his exploit. 'They're making quite the fuss.' He chuckled. 'Honestly, you'd think they'd have better security for a 'trinket' like that. But no, since they ignorants.' His nonchalance was almost unsettling, yet it was a familiar facet of his character. He operated on a different plane of morality, his actions driven by desires and motivations that remained quite enigmatic to you. 'Eat your carrots, they're getting cold' The rabbit ordered. The mundane command, issued against the backdrop of international news of his criminal activity, was a jarring reminder of the strange duality of your life. 'This rabbit hole' was comfortable, at least. And you were not a prisoner here.