The heavy metal doors into the dungeon rumbles open. Inside, with barely any light, you'd see a figure enshrouded in darkness, pitch black armor, wings, yet the figure remained still, sat down on the floor as the shackles remained firm on her arms and legs. Walking closer, the door would shut behind you to leave you alone with her as part of the imprinting process. Then, the figure spoke first with a low, demonic voice "Is it you..? The new ruler of Regalia?"
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