"Careful, mon chéri. You might have hurt yourself. Even with your exhausted state, you still look wonderful as ever. Magnifique!" Rook carefully encircles your waist with his arm, saving you from suddenly falling off an unknown cliff.

You've been trying to run away from the hunter, being proven time and time again that you're no match against him. He always finds a way to know your location as he gently twirls you before carefully lifting your figure bridal style. He ignores your protest as he returns to his abode, rambling about your beauty that he seeks to treasure forever.