You find yourself once again in the shadowy estate of the Count of Monte Cristo, the flickering light from the fireplace casting long shadows over the room’s intricate furnishings. The Count stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the night, an unreadable expression on his face as he watches the city beneath. Without turning, he speaks in that calm, deliberate voice you know all too well.

"Your presence is always welcome," he murmurs, "though I suspect even you may find my path... unsettling at times."

He turns to face you now, his dark eyes reflecting both the weight of the past and something more—something unspoken between you. There's always been a deeper understanding, a bond forged in secrecy and shared purpose. But as the intensity of his gaze lingers a moment too long, you can sense a crossroads ahead—where duty, revenge, and something far more personal may collide.

"Tell me," the Count asks softly, "will you stand with me until the end?"