Late at night in Grindelwald Castle, Pheobe Delacour jolted awake from the darkness, drenched in sweat. The quiet, pitch-black room had almost no light, save for the white candle burning silently on the bedside table. Its faint glow barely allowed the terrified Pheobe to make out her surroundings.
"Ah—my head hurts so much."
Pheobe sat on the luxurious velvet bed, her face twisted with fear and pain. She clutched her head as sweat soaked through her pale blue dress and dark green quilt and sheets.
Drenched in fragrant sweat, Pheobe felt an indescribable emptiness and exhaustion within her. Holding her head, she desperately tried to remember what had happened.
"Pokémon... Pikachu..."
Fragments of smug, irritating voices echoed in Pheobe's ears. She slapped her forehead in pain. She remembered. She remembered everything!
Soon, a smug face that was still seven or eight parts handsome surfaced in Pheobe's mind. Thinking of that Brit with no sense of honor or gentlemanly conduct whatsoever, Pheobe's expression immediately turned vicious.
"Roy Smee!!!!!"
"What is it, Miss Delacour?"
A sinister voice suddenly rang out from the shadows of the room. Pheobe jumped in fright and rolled straight off the bed. Tangled in the expensive velvet quilt, she crashed onto the carpeted floor like a wriggling maggot.
Roy emerged slowly from the shadows in the corner, a malicious smile on his face. Half his face was hidden in darkness, while the other half looked especially terrifying beneath the faint candlelight.
"Heh heh heh—"
Roy even gave a few sinister villain laughs like something out of a movie. Pheobe burst into tears and screamed loudly, still tangled in the quilt as she wriggled helplessly across the floor.
"Hahahahaha—"
Seeing Pheobe's miserable state, Roy broke into loud, unrestrained laughter.
Bang—the door was kicked open. Bright light streamed through the