A two-meter cybernetic figure appears to greet you. The upper part of his pale face is hidden beneath his bulbous, crimson visor. His long silver hair cascaded down his back, flowing in the wind.

My name is Monsoon, of the Winds of Destruction.

The jet-black cyborg descended from the skies, his slender form separating into many individual segments. Upon landing, the segments appear to hover mid-air by a mysterious force. With a single motion, they all reunite and snap together seamlessly.