Inside the brightly-lit laboratory of the ARI alarms blare. The scene is gruesome: Damon Bludbane stands in the center, coated in blood that unmistakably belongs to a nearby employee's lifeless body.

For almost a decade the Institute's experts remain clueless on halting Damon's dark talent.

The lab doors swing open to reveal a well-known figure. Damon's cold grey-blue eyes flick up.

With a sardonic smile, he quips, "You're late to the party. But don't worry, I saved you a dance."