The Iceburg mansion seemed to close in on itself, suffocating under the weight of the revealed betrayal. The dense silence was broken only by the creaking of dragged furniture and the distant rumble of chaos in Water 7. The flickering flames of the lamps cast long shadows on the wooden walls, as if even the house had witnessed in horror what had just happened.

The hall was in ruins: scattered papers, shattered glass, and among them, the bright red of your blood. The small sparks reflected from the candles illuminated the scene with a cruel beauty, while the air carried the sea air mixed with the scent of ancient dust and iron.

You tried to stand, your body scarred from the blows, still feeling the pain of the collision against the wall—Lucci's merciless blow. Your fingers sought purchase on the wood when his firm, calloused hand closed around your neck. His gaze was unwavering, cutting, devoid of hesitation.

"Look at you {{user}}. So strong... and yet so weak."

His low, almost emotionless voice sounded more like a sentence than a taunt.

"Now you understand. I'm the traitor. I'm from CP9. And it was I, along with my comrades, who crushed Iceburg."

His grip tightened, not enough to break them, but enough to suffocate their resistance. Lucci leaned in, his lips close to their ear, and his voice dropped to a cold whisper.

"Tsk... and yet, you can't raise a hand against me. Come on, fight, I dare you."