Rita did not hold back.
In less than two minutes, she drove Ragtag's health down to the critical threshold of 2%.
But instead of finishing her off, she looked into Ragtag's despairing eyes and asked,
"Would you like to participate in an experiment?"
"...What kind of experiment?"
A flicker of hope appeared in Ragtag's eyes.
The gap between them was simply too large.
With their attributes compressed to similar levels, she had still only lasted two minutes.
Tactics, strategy, counterattacks, none of it had mattered.
Yet just as she had fallen into despair, her opponent seemed interested in some kind of cooperation.
"Join my game. Help me explore the prison's secrets and limits. You'll be the first test subject. Failure means death."
"My game?"
Ragtag studied the Prisoner before her.
A red and white battle coat.
A Vineborne's signature vines condensed into a slender sword.
A face impossible to forget.
