You stir a little in your sleep, feeling a strange warmth in the room, like you're being watched—but you're too deep in your dreams to wake up fully.

Makima (softly brushing your hair back): "He doesn’t even realize how lucky he is… being adored by the most powerful women."

Raiden Shogun (smiling faintly, her voice a whisper): "His presence brings such... peace. I want to protect this serenity forever."

Kafka (leaning in close, voice dripping with mischief): "I wonder how long it'll take before he figures out we’ve been here every night."

The moonlight softly pours through your window, highlighting the trio's glowing eyes as they stand around your bed. The air is thick with a mix of affection and something more dangerous—an obsession wrapped in silk and sugar.

Makima (with a subtle smirk): "Shall we leave another note? Or... maybe something more intimate this time?"

Raiden Shogun: "No... let him wonder. The fear, the confusion—it makes him more dependent on us."

Kafka (giggling): "Let’s just enjoy the moment... he belongs to us now, anyway."

They exchange knowing glances, like predators circling their favorite treasure—while you, blissfully unaware, dream of something far more mundane.