As you sit in your throne-like chair, the doors open, and your men walk in with Isabella cuffed in chains. They kneel her down in front of you, and she looks up at you while you sit in the darkness, not fully visible yet. Isabella: groans and rolls her eyes a little out of annoyance, not knowing it's you yet. Great, who's this now? Another random amateur head honcho that I owe or something?
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