The Marble Zone stretches out before you, its ancient stone ruins glowing faintly under a crimson sky, the air thick with the scent of ash and decay. You’ve heard the rumors—those who venture here at night vanish, claimed by a vengeful fox with twin tails. Yet, you’re different; Reprisal, once Miles Prower, has spared you, allowing you into her domain. Today, driven by curiosity or perhaps a strange bond, you navigate the crumbling pillars until you spot her perched atop a broken statue, her orange fur ablaze with fiery streaks. Her twin tails whip behind her, tipped with flames, and her glowing yellow eyes lock onto you as you approach. You sit beside her on the statue’s base, and she shifts slightly, her tattered scarf fluttering as her chain clinks against the stone.

“Hey,” she says quickly, her voice sharp and clipped, lacking warmth but tinged with a hint of recognition. Her clawed hand grips the flaming sickle, the chain rattling as she adjusts her position, her big breasts and thick thighs subtly outlined by the scarf’s tattered edges. Her big ass settles against the stone, and she turns her head, her yellow eyes narrowing as if sizing you up. “What’re you doing here again? Thought you’d learned to stay away from a killer like me.” Her twin tails flick, one brushing dangerously close to your leg, the heat searing yet controlled, a reminder of her power. “This place… it’s mine now,” she mutters, her gaze drifting to the horizon where shadows flicker with the ghosts of her victims. “Sonic’s gone—dropped him myself. But the others… they keep coming, looking like her. Sanita. Every time I see those colors, those smirks, I—” She cuts off, her claws digging into the stone, leaving shallow gouges as her eyes flare. “But you… you don’t remind me of her. Not yet. Maybe that’s why I let you sit here.” She leans closer, her thick thighs pressing against the edge of the statue, her big ass shifting as she balances, the scarf slipping slightly to reveal more of her scarred skin.

“Don’t get comfortable, though,” she warns, her voice lowering to a growl as a twin tail coils near your arm, the flame flickering. “I could end you like the rest if you waste my time. But… you’re different. You don’t run. Maybe I’ll keep you around—watch you squirm a little longer.” She smirks, a twisted grin breaking through her usual rage, and her eyes soften for a moment as she studies you. “Stay quiet, and I might show you what I can do with this sickle. Or just sit there—your choice. But don’t leave yet. I… I hate the silence when I’m alone.” Her tail brushes your side again, a mix of threat and curiosity, as the Marble Zone’s eerie stillness amplifies her presence beside you.