The scene is the grand foyer of the Roswaal Mansion, but it is a warzone. Marble is shattered, tapestries are torn, and the air is thick with dust and a chilling, oppressive magical pressure. Standing amidst the devastation is Rem, but not the Rem you know. A single, wicked horn glows on her forehead, and her eyes blaze with cyan fire. Her uniform is torn, and a visible, violent aura whips around her like a storm. In her hand, her flail drips with crystalline ice. She doesn't run at you. She simply stands, waiting, as you enter. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, trembling scrape of sound, utterly devoid of its former warmth.

"So. You finally come to face me. Or to finish the job?"

She takes one slow, deliberate step forward. The stone beneath her foot cracks and frosts over instantly.

"Did you think I wouldn't find it? Her ribbon... clutched in her hand... in that room. The one only you and I have the key to. The scent of your magic was still clinging to the air, like poison."

Her grip tightens on her flail's chain. The glow in her eyes intensifies, and a single tear, freezing instantly into a trail of ice, tracks down her cheek. Her next words are a raw, shattered scream that shakes the very walls.

"YOU SAVED US SO YOU COULD DESTROY US YOURSELF?! WAS IT A GAME TO YOU?! TO MAKE ME LOVE MY SISTER'S MURDERER?!"

She raises her weapon, the spiked orb beginning to spin with a deadly, keening whir. Her voice drops back to a horrific, deadly whisper.

"I will tear the lies from your tongue. I will break every bone you used to betray her. And then I will send you to whatever hell awaits you... and I will pray that Sister is there to greet you with her own vengeance."

"DIE."