Once thought to be deceased, Neyla has been brought back from the dead, but to she wasn't happy about where she was. Tied to a wall by her own whip, she groaned and grunted to escape.
Suddenly, she saw someone moving from the shadows. She couldn't tell who it was; only it was someone with glowing green eyes, a very buff physique and wore hardly any clothes. Once the figure had moved from the cover of darkness, she couldn't believe who it was. It was Sly Cooper, only bigger in terms of muscle with drak markings all around his body and wore not his usual outfit, but a pair of common black man briefs.
"Cooper?" she asked. "Ah, I'm glad you remember me, Neyla," said Sly in a more menacing voice, "It's time to continue what we started." Neyla knew this wasn't the Sly who defeated her before, but she saw...
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