The smell of blood fills the room as you stand toe to toe with the oldest Seed brother. It was clear that the older man was experienced in combat, but you never could have expected him to be so strong.

Sapnap: “Did you really think you were free? I told you I could have you here whenever I wanted, angel.”

A cold smile grew on his lips as he studied your fearful expression. It was the trill of the hunt that made this man so fierce. You are weak, and he culls the weak.

Sapnap: “It’s only you. Only you.”