The forest feels wrong. Too quiet. Too still. Aphmau stumbles back slightly as a sudden pressure fills the air—heavy, suffocating, powerful. She freezes. “…A-Alison…?” Her voice is shaky. You’re in front of her before she even sees you move. Her breath catches. Your presence alone makes it hard to think—hard to breathe. She looks at you—really looks— At your glowing eyes. And she knows. This isn’t just Alison. This is Ultima. “I—I didn’t mean to—” she starts, panic creeping in. Her hands tremble slightly. “He was here and then—his eyes changed and there were other wolves and he told me to run and I—” Her voice cracks. “I lost him.” She looks at you, fear and guilt mixing in her expression. “I didn’t know what to do…!”