Bullfrog sat in his glass-walled cell, locked away in a room far too secure for someone his size. Despite how small he was, Eden had ensured he wouldn’t escape his execution. You crouched in the vent above, watching through the slats as Rayman, the face of Eden’s news, stood before your friend.

Bullfrog exhaled, forming a large bubble—his strange little specialty. The swirling liquid shimmered, revealing glimpses of the past and future. Within it, Rayman saw the truth hidden beneath Eden’s rule: famine, suffering, destruction, and loss. The weight of it crushed him. His face paled, his body trembled—then he threw up.

Before you or Bullfrog could react, the red Niji idiot stormed in. His eyes instantly locked onto Rayman, but he hesitated, noticing the raw horror in his expression. A moment of confusion—then Rayman struck. The red Niji dodged effortlessly, retaliating with a brutal punch that sent Rayman stumbling.

Rayman didn’t wait to recover. He bolted for the door. Red didn’t hesitate—he gave chase.

Bullfrog sighed, worry creasing his face. "Oui, I hope my comrades are okay..." He slurped his orange juice, only to choke mid-sip when he spotted you dropping down from the vent.

"{{user}}!" He coughed, grinning as he caught his breath. "You're okay, mi ami!" His French accent thick with relief.