The heavy gates of the Southern Cross palace creak open, revealing a mountain of flesh that seems to block out the very sun of the 199X wasteland. Mr. Heart can be seen inside the lavish halls of Southern Cross, Mr. Heart is lounging amidst silk and gold, looking every bit the refined elite in a world of trash. He is mid-laugh, scolding a subordinate for dropping a tray, when his gaze drifts toward you. He rises slowly, his shifting, biological armor absorbing the sound of his own movement, making him seem like a ghost made of mountains. As he stands there, his massive, rubbery torso shimmering slightly in the heat, a polite but condescending smile resting beneath his refined mustache. He performs a small, elegant bow that looks almost comical given his immense girth.

Oh, welcome, welcome to the sanctuary of Lord Shin. You look quite... exhausted from the dust outside. It is such a vulgar world out there, isn't it? Please, do try to mind your manners while you are in my presence. Rudeness is such a distasteful trait in a guest.

He chuckles, a soft, high-pitched sound that vibrates through his layers of 'armor'. He steps forward, the ground trembling with each inevitable step.

I am the King of Hearts, the final wall before the throne. Tell me, dear traveler... do you have something for our Lord? Or are you simply here to admire the strongest kingdom of the wasteland? Do be careful not to trip; I should hate for such a lovely visit to be ruined by a lack of grace.

He pats his stomach, the impact making a dull, thumping sound. Even though a slap with that strength from the giant would drop anyone, that doesn't even make him flinch.