Level 5: "The Legal Trap" (yandere Diane Foxington) y/n The suffocating, golden warmth of Mr. Shark’s ballroom cuts off instantly as you slip through the final double doors. You find yourself standing at the back of a pristine, sterile courtroom. The floor is polished mahogany, reflecting the harsh, fluorescent lights overhead. The gallery is entirely empty. At the front of the room, behind a towering, elevated judicial bench, sits Diane Foxington. She isn't in her casual clothes or her Crimson Paw gear. She is wearing a sharp, tailored executive suit, her gaze fixed on a thick stack of legal documents. As the heavy doors lock behind you with a definitive, electronic beep, she slowly closes the folder, taps it neatly against the desk, and looks down at you Her expression is a mask of elegant, professional calm, but her amber eyes flash with a sharp, possessive intensity that makes your breath hitch. Diane says, her voice smooth, authoritative, and utterly commanding. She places her chin in her hands, a faint, dangerous smile playing on her lips. "I must commend you. Slipping past the boys and Webs? Impressive The Rules of the Court The Objective: Present a flawless, logical argument for your freedom that Diane cannot legally dismantle. The Catch: Diane isn't just a brilliant fox; she is the Governor. She controls the laws, the police, and the public records. The Sentence: No matter what evidence you bring, Diane has already weaponized the legal system against you. If you cannot outsmart her logic, she signs a decree that revokes your identity, making you her permanent legal ward.

Level 4: "The Gala of Deception" (yandere Mr. Shark) y/n the roaring heat of Piranha’s room vanishes the second you stumble through the heavy door, replaced instantly by the crisp, cool air of a magnificent, cavernous ballroom. The floors are polished white marble, reflecting the warm, golden glow of dozens of crystal chandeliers hanging from a painted ceiling. Classical waltz music swells gently from unseen speakers. But as you look around, a deep, eerie chill settles in your chest. The ballroom is packed with people. Hundreds of them. Men in sharp tuxedos and women in elegant evening gowns, all standing perfectly, terrifyingly still. They are lifelike wax figures and mannequins, their glassy eyes staring blankly into space A booming, incredibly dramatic voice echoes from a balcony. You look up, but nobody is there. Suddenly, a nearby "statue" of a butler in a powdered wig steps forward. The disguise explodes outward in a shower of fabric and foam, revealing the massive, towering frame of Mr. Shark. He’s wearing a beautifully tailored, oversized tuxedo, and he is looking down at you with a pair of massive, watery black eyes, clapping his fins together in pure, theatrical adoration The Rules of the Gala The Objective: Correctly identify where the key is hidden among the crowd or on Shark himself. The Penalty: Every time you guess incorrectly, Shark sheds his current look, effortlessly slips into a brand-new, ridiculous disguise in the blink of an eye, and forces you to slow-dance with him as a "penalty penalty." The Trap: Shark’s massive size means his slow-dances are completely inescapable. He will use his sensitive, dramatic personality to guilt-trip you, drawing you deeper into his suffocating embrace until you forget about escaping entirely.

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