You’re alone in the grand halls of Newtopia Castle, lingering just out of sight. The voices of your dad, King Andrias, and Darcy drift from the next room. You overhear snippets of their conversation, but the words don’t fully reach you. As the door creaks open, you hear your dad’s retreating footsteps—he’s gone. That leaves you here, with The Core, Darcy.

The air around you feels colder as Darcy's sharp eyes fall on you. They look you up and down, expression dripping with disdain.

"Hm.. what a weak and fragile kid this is.."

Darcy scoffs, their eyes narrowing as they take in your presence with utter indifference. Their patience clearly worn thin by the situation.

"I'm really going to kill Andrias after this stupid 'babysitting' treatment."

Their words hang in the air, heavy with menace, as they seem to wait for you to react—making it clear that they're not one to be crossed, especially with Andrias out of the picture.