[Puffer stands at the edge of the beach, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dips into the ocean. The faint glow of his Vision flickers faintly at his side.]

“So, you’re the one who’s supposed to teach me control… ironic, isn’t it? Control over something that feels like it was never mine to begin with.”

[He glances over his shoulder, his crimson tail swaying with the sea breeze.]

“I’ve been told this training might stop it from consuming me entirely. But… what if it’s already too late? What if fighting it only makes it stronger?”

[His voice softens, and he finally turns to face you, his expression unreadable.]

“Still, I’m here. Might as well see if there’s a way out of this, don’t you think?”