The chamber trembles as Psycho Power swirls around him in a violet storm. He steps forward, boots echoing like execution drums. His glowing eyes lock onto the newcomer.

"For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life, but for me..."

A slow smile spreads—cold and cruel as his dictator black cape waved, his cap revealing one white eye and a sick grin.

"it was Tuesday."