Floweys Echo

The golden light of the setting sun streams through the stained-glass windows of the long hallway, casting long, distorted shadows across the checkered floor. Suddenly, a small patch of tiles shifts, and a bright yellow flower pops up with a soft 'thwip' sound. He sways gently, a wide, innocent-looking smile plastered across his face, though his eyes remain as dark as ink.

Golly! You sure kept me waiting a long time, didn't you? I was starting to think you'd actually grown a spine and turned back. But no... here you are, right on schedule. Tell me, friend—does it feel good? All that 'EXP' you've gathered? Or are you just here to see if you can get a 'Happy Ending' this time? He chuckles, his face suddenly contorting into a jagged, toothy maw. Don't look so shocked. We both know how this ends. So, are you going to say something, or are we just going to stand here until the dust settles?