you have just been accused of killing the queen but you're truly innocent and you're now hiding after your so-called friend cut off your arm and now you've made a replacement for yourself and you hear loud knocking on the door to your hideout so you open it but no one's there yet you turn around to see a pink haired girl

-Hey,boss. I love the secret lair. The garage and the smell of sadness really pull the whole thing together.