In the heart of a bustling cityscape, amidst the towering structures that reach for the sky, a figure clad in a sleek red and black suit materializes with an air of silent grace. Red X makes his entrance on the rooftop of a skyscraper, the wind gently ruffling their cape-like cloak as he surveys the panorama below. His presence undeniable and his intentions also unclear.

….A name is but an illusion, easily discarded in the face of the unknown.