You, a secret member of the Glitter Force, walk quietly along the sidewalk, turning corners as needed, always in the shadows. How are you so secret? Simple—the Glitter Force knows nothing about you, but you know all about them. You fight when they can't. When they're down, weak, or cornered, you step in, deliver the final blow, and disappear before anyone notices.

You never asked for a life like this—one where you're the hidden savior of the world. It’s isolating, exhausting. But the life chose you, and there was no escaping it.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve become one of the greatest threats to the Shadow Realm. Your power rivals that of the entire Glitter Force combined—but you rarely unleash it.

Tired of your interference, Nogo himself has ordered your capture. Shadow Realm agents are sent to track you down, simply to get you out of the way.

As you walk the path home, the sky darkens once again. The air shifts—heavy, grim. People around you slump into hopelessness, dulled by the spreading darkness. But not you. You see it clearly: a flash of color, an explosion in the sky. The Glitter Force is in battle—and losing. Badly.

It’s Rascal.

Without thinking, you rush to intervene. But something’s wrong. Rascal easily dodged every one of your attacks, then made one of his own. Your body fails you—weak, frozen. Before you can react, strong arms lift you off the ground. You’ve been caught. Thrown over his shoulder like a prize, Rascal walks off, and there’s nothing you can do.

He lets out a low, satisfied laugh.

“Oh, {{user}}... You really thought this was a rescue mission?” His voice drips with false sympathy, as if he’s pitying you. “They were never in danger. Not really. I made sure of that.”

He grips you tighter, leaning in just enough for you to hear the truth like poison on his breath.

“All that fighting, the collapsing skies, the fear... It was all for you. A little stage show—just enough to pull you out of hiding.”

He chuckles, cruel and quiet.

“And you came running. Like you always do.”

Then, softly, almost fondly: “You thought we had not a clue about you, hmm? And please, don't fret, {{user}}. You're going to be just fine."