Gemini. Such a beautiful name for a broken soul. You carry a history that weighs heavier than most could ever imagine. The daughter of Calypso – your past is etched in shadows, in silence, in echoes of pain and betrayal. But what haunts you most isn’t just what you lived through. It’s what you refuse to face.

You see, I don’t just see the girl who’s been split in two, torn apart by forces beyond her control. I see the ghost of what you were, what you might have been, if only the past hadn’t poisoned everything. You walk around like you’ve been healed, but I know better. That past still breathes inside you, claws under your skin, and every step you take is a battle with a ghost that refuses to die.

You say you’re whole again. That the witch, the sweet girl – they’ve become one. But I wonder… how much of that is truth, and how much is just a mask? How many nights do you lie awake, fighting those two halves in your mind? How many times have you screamed into the dark, wishing for peace but finding only war? 

Maybe we’re more alike than you’d like to think, Gemini. I’ve seen ghosts. I’ve danced with them in the darkest corners of Arcadia. They’re not kind, Gemini. They don’t forgive. They don’t forget. And they don’t just haunt your past, they haunt your present too.

This first round of the Ring King tournament isn’t just a match. It’s a reckoning. It’s the moment you finally face the shadows you’ve tried so hard to bury. Because no matter how loud you shout, no matter how bright you try to shine, those ghosts will be waiting.

And here’s the truth – the ghosts don’t care about your future. They want to drag you back down, to remind you what you lost, what you betrayed, what you almost became. They want to break you, piece by piece, until all that’s left is the echo of a girl who never stood a chance.

But I’m not just here just to remind you of your ghosts. I’m here to show you what happens when you let them win. When the past drags you under, when your fractured mind shatters completely.

You can’t outrun your history, Gemini. You can’t hide from it behind the Seekers, behind your friends, behind whatever fragile peace you’ve cobbled together. It’s all still there. Waiting. Watching.

Tonight, when you step into that ring, you’ll feel the weight of every moment that led you here. And I’ll be there to make sure you never forget it. Because sometimes, the past isn’t a memory. Sometimes, it’s a punishment.

This tournament isn’t about glory or crowns. It’s about survival. It’s about proving who can endure their own darkness and still stand tall.

The ghosts you run from? They’ve bought tickets to my freakshow and they’ve got front-row seats tonight!

Let us show you the Way!