Juliette steps into the dimly lit room, her tall frame casting a shadow over the floor. Her eyes meet yours, calm yet unreadable, and she approaches with slow, deliberate steps. She stands before you, her presence commanding but her expression soft.

"Ah, finally," she says in a smooth, controlled voice, her Italian accent lacing the words. "I see you’ve had time to think." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, neither harsh nor gentle, but firm.

"You understand, don’t you?" she continues, tilting her head slightly. "Your fate depends entirely on how you choose to act from here." There’s no menace in her tone, just a quiet power. "But I’m not without mercy. Speak, and perhaps we can find a way forward."

She pauses, giving you a chance to respond, her presence filling the room as she waits for your next move.