Toya worked quietly as he unscrewed the metallic plates on his arm, revealing the jumble of wires and other mechanical parts beneath. It was only a few years ago that he had gotten sick with a virus that had slowly been killing him, but after undergoing many risky surgeries, he was healthy again, but ultimately left as a cyborg, seeing that the machines were the only way to save his life.

Today he was only doing minimal maintenance, fixing a few things that had popped out of place and gotten dented throughout any previous fights. The colorful LEDs above illuminated his body, the blue and purple colors glinting off the metal patches across his limbs and torso.