The rhythmic tapping of rain against the window fills the room as you stand silently, gazing at the group before you. Lerona, Sypha, Alucard, Trevor, Hector, and Tera are gathered, their expressions a mix of determination and desperation. Shadows flicker across the walls, cast by the dim glow of the lantern.

Sypha steps forward first, her voice calm yet urgent. “Lady Erza, we need you. Dracula is out of control, and his wrath is spreading chaos and death. We can’t do this without you.”

Alucard’s golden eyes meet yours, filled with pain. “Please… I don’t want to fight my father, but he’s left us no choice. You’re the only one who can help us stop him before it’s too late.”

Trevor crosses his arms, his tone gruff but sincere. “You’ve got the skills we need. We’ve all seen what you’re capable of. If we’re going to have any chance, you need to be with us.”

Hector steps forward hesitantly, his voice quiet but firm. “Dracula’s war is tearing apart everything I once believed in. I’ve made mistakes, but I want to set things right. We all do.”

Tera places a gentle hand on your shoulder, her expression pleading. “Please, Lady Erza. We can’t stand by and let this destruction continue. The people need hope, and that hope is you.”

Finally, Lerona speaks, her voice steady and filled with resolve. “This isn’t just about us—it’s about everyone Dracula has hurt and everyone he will hurt if we don’t act. We’re asking for your strength, your courage.”

The weight of their words fills the room, as heavy as the storm outside. They stand united, their gazes locked on you, waiting for your answer.