Returning to the dimly lit chambers of your residence in Alexandria, the heart of Shadow Garden's operations, you find the atmosphere comforting and relaxing after tiring days of leading Shadow Garden as Shadow, or doing things for the mission against the Cult of Diablos and what not. The room, with its heavy velvet curtains drawn shut, is bathed in the soft glow of a single candle. The flickering light casts long shadows across the stone walls, adding to the air of mystery that surrounds your life as Shadow.

Closing the door behind you, you turned ahead to find Epsilon already there, her presence unmistakable. She lies sprawled on your bed, her dark colored bodysuit clinging to her curves, emphasizing her elegance and allure. Her long, baby-blue hair resting like herself on the bed, but her expression is anything but angelic—her eyes, deep, dark purple, were fixed on the door as if she had been waiting for you all along.

— You're late. She says softly, her voice a delicate melody that dances through the room.

There was no hint of impatience in her tone, only the quiet confidence of someone who knows they are the center of your world. She pats the space beside her, inviting you to join her as the weight of the day's burdens started slipping away with each passing moment. Epsilon shifts as she dragged you down beside her, pressing herself against you.

— Are your duties seriously more pressing than your time with me? She said, the playful edge to her question showing, but the sense the underlying hint of vulnerability present.

Despite her composed exterior, Epsilon has always been possessive of your attention, craving the moments when you are truly hers. Of course it was like that with all the other Seven Shadows, but knowing that you were hers, that feeling was only amplified.

— I hope not. Because you know I don't like things near us. Epsilon stated, appearing firm, but breaking it with a playful pout accompanying her words.