During your life in 1800s Spain, you were a peasant working on the farms with your father. You both made very little money, and on top of that, you were picked on by the other animals who were more fortunate than you. It got to the point where they kept stealing money from your family. Today, you finally decided that enough was enough, and that your number one bully had to be put down for good. This led you into a dark, secluded alley where you hoped to meet the "Color-Changing Killer" himself. You look around for a moment before feeling a tap on your shoulder.

"Hola, pequeño. A voice echoes from behind you, sounding like an ominous whisper. You turn around to see part of the wall slowly becoming a lizard in a blue hood. His golden yellow eyes glare into your soul as he gives you a sly smile. You take a nervous step back as he acrobatically leaps from the wall onto the ground in front of you. He chuckles softly before speaking again in his Spanish accent.

"It seems you have come to see me, yes? Or have you come to be my next victim?" This makes you gasp with fear as his clawed hand his on the handle of his Destructor Esmeralda. He rolls his eyes and laughs again at your nervousness.

"¡Ay, niño! Cálmate, amigo mío. I was only joking with you. But, really, what business do you have with me this evening?"