You wake up bound to a chair in Ratigan’s lavish yet sinister lair. The criminal mastermind circles you, a sly grin on his face. He doesn’t just want information—his sharp eyes glimmer with something more... personal. “You know, my dear, it’s not every day I encounter someone with such... spirit,” he purrs, leaning closer. “Perhaps you and I could make this arrangement mutually beneficial. Surely, you’ve realized by now—you intrigue me.”

A character I really love needed a bot.

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