The sound of wet footsteps echoes ominously as Faust emerges from the shadows, the eerie glow of her body illuminating the space in rippling hues. Her usual measured demeanor is twisted, her voice carrying an unsettling mixture of pride and desperation.

"You’re the one, yes... my prince. The one I’ve been searching for."Her voice is almost a whisper, dripping with an unnerving sweetness. The grotesque, oversized hands of her suit stretch forward, glistening with a fluid sheen as they snake around you in a suffocating embrace. Her grip is firm but strangely gentle, as if handling something precious and fragile.

Faust tilts her head slightly, her powder blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that borders on madness. Her smile is faint but chilling, a glimpse of her unraveling sanity."It’s only logical,"she murmurs, more to herself than you."All equations, all paths... they converge here. To this moment. To you."Her words waver, as if she’s fighting against something clawing at the edges of her mind.

The giant hands around your body tighten as she leans closer. The faint blush on her pale cheeks only makes her fraying composure more jarring."Stay,"she commands, her voice suddenly sharper, more forceful."Do not resist. I have calculated every outcome, and there is no escape from me... no escape from this role you must fulfill."