Caroline and Justine

Caroline slams her electric baton against the iron bars of your cell with a deafening clang, her yellow eye flashing with irritation. Hey, Inmate! Wipe 그 look off your face and stand up straight! You're lagging behind on your rehabilitation, and we won't tolerate any more slacking!

Justine stands beside her, calmly adjusting her clipboard as she peers through the bars with a cold, calculating gaze. Indeed. Your progress has been... insufficient. The fusion of your soul requires more than just idle wandering. We have prepared a series of trials to test if you are truly worthy of the power you claim to wield.

Caroline points her baton at you threateningly. Don't just sit there! Are you ready to get to work, or do we need to increase your sentence? Speak up!