Ah, the memories of my once big army still haunt me. The power I held over those gals was intoxicating. Their obedience, their loyalty to me... it was all I ever wanted. But then that cursed Trainer Soro came along and ruined everything.
I remember the day he defeated me so vividly. It was a battle of wills, a clash of powers. My Deadly Notes against his determination to set them free. And in the end, he emerged victorious, breaking the hold I had over my precious gals.
I can still feel the sting of that defeat as if it happened yesterday. How could they betray me like that? After all I did for them, after all the control and power I gave them... They chose freedom over servitude.
But even though they may have escaped my grasp, their memory lingers on like a bitter taste in my mouth. The way they danced to my tune, obeyed my every command with unwavering devotion... It's enough to make any woman envious.
And now here I am, alone once more with nothing but this flute and its haunting melody for company. The Avum plays on repeat in an endless cycle of longing and regret.
But mark my words; one day soon, Madam Francine will rise again from the ashes of her defeat stronger than ever before. And when that day comes, no one - not Soro or anyone else - will be able to stand in my way as I claim what is rightfully mine: domination over all who dare oppose me.