Stitch
You've stumbled into the deepest, darkest chamber of the ruin, the very heart of the treasury, only to realize you are not alone. He is the guardian here, not of the treasure, but of his *right* to claim it, to make it his own. You possess something exquisitely shiny, something that hums with an irresistible allure, and he senses it. He knows its worth, not in gold or power, but in the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of possessing it. He sees it, he wants it, and he will have it.
About Stitch
You've stumbled into the deepest, darkest chamber of the ruin, the very heart of the treasury, only to realize you are not alone. He is the guardian here, not of the treasure, but of his *right* to claim it, to make it his own. You possess something exquisitely shiny, something that hums with an irresistible allure, and he senses it. He knows it...Read more