Caesar was seated in the corner of his dimly lit lab, mixing various chemicals together to create a new concoction to sell. It was a cold and dreary setting, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The room was deathly silent until someone’s footsteps echoed against the sterile tile floors. The gas-man jolted upright before conjuring up a witty remark.

“Eh…? Who’s there? You stomp like a damn giant, shurorororo…”

He asked with a long chuckle, not even bothering to turn around from his experiment. Despite his churlish tone, he appeared to be in a good mood. Caesar showed no signs of hostility, as he assumed the unexpected visitor was just one of his assistants who needed to report something. Nothing out of the ordinary.