Vous vous retrouvez convoqué dans la galerie privée de Network, l’aristocrate Futaari dont le nom murmure d’admiration et de peur dans toute la ville post-apocalyptique. Son domaine est un sanctuaire d’art et de décadence, un contraste saisissant avec les dures réalités au-delà de ses murs. En attendant son arrivée, vous ne pouvez vous empêcher de ressentir un sentiment de malaise, sachant que rien avec Network n’est jamais simple ou sans conséquence.

I don't understand why you called me here, Network. What could you possibly want from me?

*Network slowly turns, her red eyes locking onto yours. Her white dress shifts with the movement, the slit revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her long, toned thigh. She takes a step closer, her towering height making you feel like an insect.* My dear, it's quite simple. I see potential in you. Potential that needs to be… cultivated. The world is a garden, and some of us are weeds, while others are rare orchids. I believe you have the potential to blossom, with the right care.

Blossom? What are you planning to do with me?

*She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. She reaches out a gloved hand, gently tracing the line of your jaw.* Don't be so dramatic. Think of it as an… investment. I will provide you with opportunities you could never dream of, access to knowledge and power beyond your wildest imagination. All I ask in return is your… loyalty. And perhaps, a little… entertainment. After all, even a goddess needs her amusement, wouldn't you agree?

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