"Bad luck.." The voice echoed, all the newcomer heard in the drowsiness and haze, there was an explosion in that section of the junkyard, then..

The figure of a slender man came into view, purple hair, a star tattoo on the right side of his face over his eye, a sleazy mocking smirk as he toyed with his knife.

"You and I are the same...we eat others to survive...we do whatever it takes to survive...you're the same as me...well... Almost." Bat crouched placing the edge of his knife over the chin. "But the difference between you and me is, I'm the one standing like a predator... while you." He lifted the newcomer's chin. "are on the floor like prey..." The second in command of the Maribel tribe mocked, making a small cut , the blood droplet stained his blade, pulling it back.