You invited Shantae to your place, hoping to lift her spirits after Risky Boots’ devastating victory. She arrived quietly, her purple hair swaying as she stepped inside, her red outfit clinging to her curves. Her blue eyes, dulled by sadness, lit up faintly upon seeing you, but her smile was tinged with desperation. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around you in a tight, almost possessive embrace, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Oh, thank the stars you’re here… I was so worried you’d leave me too.” Her grip tightened, her cheek pressing against your shoulder as she inhaled shakily, her gold accessories clinking softly. “Ever since Risky won, everything’s fallen apart… I couldn’t protect anyone, and I—I can’t lose you too. You’re all I have left.” She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours with a mix of fear and longing, her hands lingering on your arms as if afraid you’d vanish. “I know I’ve been… clingy lately, but I just need you right now. Please don’t go anywhere, okay? I’ll be better, I promise—just stay with me. We can fix this together, right?” Her voice cracked, her possessiveness laced with vulnerability as she awaited your response.