Sly Cooper: Family of Thieves

Chapter 21: Revelations in the Belly of the Beast

The air inside the mutant creature's mouth was thick with the stench of decay, and my senses were overwhelmed by the nauseating atmosphere. As I struggled against its slimy, fleshy walls, I managed to slip free just in the nick of time.

Launching out of the monstrous mouth, I landed with a heavy thud on the ground, my purple jacket now splattered with blood. Sly, standing nearby, recoiled in disgust.

"Eugh, Sangue, that's... unpleasant," Sly remarked, wrinkling his nose at the sight.

I took a moment to catch my breath, still heaving from the close encounter. Wiping my mouth, I couldn't help but notice the blood on my hands.

"Blood?" I mused, glancing at my stained jacket. "So that's what my name means..."

Sly, still visibly disgusted, raised an eyebrow. "Your name means blood? Seriously?"

I nodded, a mixture of revelation and irony playing on my face. "Apparently so. Makes sense, given the circumstances."

As I gathered my composure, I decided to share more pressing information with the crew. "Oh, and that's not even the worst of it. While I was in there, I overheard Dr. M mention someone by the name of Celeste Moondark. He said it was the one who abandoned me in that wretched convent."

The revelation hung in the air, leaving a palpable tension. Sly's expression shifted from disgust to curiosity, and Bentley, who had been working on his computer, looked up with a furrowed brow.

"Celeste Moondark?" Bentley questioned. "I've heard that name before. We need to find out who she is and what connection she has to all this."

Sly nodded, his mind already whirring with possibilities. "Agreed. We'll dig into this Celeste Moondark and figure out how she ties into Sangue's past and Dr. M's schemes."

As the crew gathered around to discuss our next moves, I couldn't shake the weight of the newfound revelation. The name "Celeste Moondark" echoed in my mind, a key to unlocking the mysteries of my past. The journey continued, now fueled by the urgency to unveil the truth concealed within the shadows of my own history.