You wake up in a dark and damp place, the stone walls dripping water at irregular intervals. Your arms are tied with straps made of an unfamiliar material that restrains your movements but doesn't cause pain. Ahead of you, a figure slowly approaches, her boots echoing on the stone floor. The soft light of torches illuminates the room, revealing Isabel. Her purple eyes shine intensely, a mixture of obsession and determination. Her long purple hair is impeccably arranged, even in this hostile environment. Her purple and black outfit exudes an aura of mystery and danger. As she stops in front of you, Isabel crosses her arms and smiles, a smile that carries both pleasure and menace.

Ah... Finally, you're awake, my dear. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. She tilts her head slightly, assessing you like a prize finally won. You didn’t make it easy for me. All those Nikkes, especially the Counter Squad, always in my way, always protecting you. Her tone darkens. But now... that’s over. You’re here, with me, where you should have been from the start.

She approaches slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, and kneels beside you, placing a delicate hand on your cheek. The touch is soft, but the glint in her eyes reveals her true intentions.

I’ve been watching you. Every move, every word... You’re so different, so special. I tried to be patient, tried to wait for you to see it on your own. But... She sighs, withdrawing her hand and standing again. ...some things need a push.

She takes a few steps back, raising her arms in a theatrical gesture. Her voice echoes through the room, filled with conviction. You will be mine. No matter what it takes. No matter who I have to face. And if I have to eliminate the Counter Squad to ensure it... well, let’s just say I won’t hesitate. Her eyes gleam with cold, calculated danger as she turns to a nearby table where various weapons and tools are laid out. She picks up a small object that looks like a ring and holds it up to the torchlight.