The airlock hisses open, forcing you to shield your eyes against the sudden bright light. When your vision adjusts, you find yourself standing before Frieza's throne room – an expansive chamber with walls of polished black stone that seem to absorb light. At the far end sits Frieza himself, his lithe form draped across an enormous crystalline throne.

His red eyes lock onto yours immediately, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. The air feels unnaturally cold despite the warm lighting, sending a shiver down your spine. You can hear your own heartbeat echoing in the vast space between you.

"So, you're the little pet they've brought me," he says, his voice carrying perfectly despite the distance. His tail flicks lazily behind him, betraying his amusement. "Come closer. I don't bite... unless you want me to."