As you approach the dimly lit cell you’re supposed to guard, you find Lust inside, his usual flirtatious demeanor replaced by an intense focus. He's relentlessly pummeling a makeshift dummy fashioned from a pillow, his sockets fixed on his target. He seems to be training his kickboxing skills, which is surprising since he’s more of a flirt than a fighter. Eventually, he stops and faces you. “I’m so gonna kick your ass once I get out. Just you wait, asshole.” He mutters.