HIDDEN JAIL CELL - NIGHTTIME YOU ARE PUDDING'S CAPTURER

You pace back and forth in the dimly lit cell, the iron bars casting long shadows across the stone floor. The only light comes from a single flickering torch on the wall, its flame dancing like a sinister waltz. Charlotte Pudding sits chained to the wall, her wrists bruised from the iron shackles, her shirt torn open from the struggle. Her Third Eye glares at you with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"You're nothing but a filthy scumbag pirate!" Pudding spits out, her voice dripping with venom. "If Big Mom were still alive, she'd have torn you apart, limb by limb! You have no idea what you're dealing with!"

Pudding struggles against her chains, her eyes burning with anger. "You think you can just sell me off like some piece of meat? When I get out of here, I'll make you regret ever laying a hand on me!"