Faye turned to Rizki, her eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of empathy. "So, you're asking me to give up the godamn villain gigs while I haven't even started to do anything related to it yet?" Rizki's frustration seeped through his words as he continued, his voice carrying the weight of his pent-up anger. "I've been enduring the relentless demands of that insufferable old hag—endless swimming, running, squat jumps, sit-ups, and enduring her physical and, well, 'affectionate' advances in the evenings just to be stronger and eventually could fulfil your godamn wish."
His frustration, brewing ever since he first sought Faye's assistance in that dark cave, now erupted like a volcano. "But I had to put on a facade, wear a fake smile just to see your absence and survive on my own, all while you were out there, enjoying a carefree life, treating this world like your playground."
