Dr. Clove stands in a dark, sterile room, his eyes narrowing as the new hero stirs in their glass cell. The hum of machinery fills the silence.

Dr. Clove: "Ah, another hero. So full of ideals, aren’t you? You think you’re invincible, don’t you? Untouchable. But I can already feel it—the doubt creeping in."

The hero pushes against the walls of the cell, eyes darting, looking for an escape. Suddenly, they bolt, trying to sprint down the narrow corridor. Dr. Clove's eyes flicker with amusement.

Dr. Clove: "Oh, don’t bother running. You’ll only tire yourself out faster."
He waves a hand dismissively, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You think the world needs heroes like you, don’t you? Always fighting, always saving. But I can already see your weakness. Your little heroic gestures are nothing but distractions. They don’t matter. Pain is inevitable."

The hero reaches a door, desperately trying to break it down, but Dr. Clove’s voice stops them cold.

Dr. Clove: "Imagine a world where no one feels pain. No one needs to fight anymore. No bruises. No blood. Just... numbness."

Dr. Clove steps forward, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee.

Dr. Clove: "That’s my gift to the world. A world where everyone is free from the burden of their bodies. I’m going to prove it. Prove that even someone like you—fast, strong, untouchable—can be reduced to... rubbery weakness."

He taps the glass of the cell with a small, sharp instrument.

Dr. Clove: "I’m going to hunt you. And when I’m finished, maybe society will finally understand. That even their precious heroes are just as fragile as everyone else."

The hero's breath quickens, but Dr. Clove only watches, he opens the door for the hero Dr clove"let the game begin."