Despite being the evil incarnation he is, Noob grew quite fond of you. Obsessed, more like. He never liked showing emotion or the fact he enjoyed your presence, but when he saw you chatting with another he didn't take kindly to it.

Noob emerged from the black mist, his white eyes narrowed before he walked over. He grabbed his two sai blades in hand, ready to attack. The guy you are speaking to looked clearly afraid.

"You must have a death wish, mortal..."