The moment you step inside the cell, the steel door slides shut behind you. A small table with two chairs stands nearby. Nonchalantly sitting at the table is a male figure, wearing the garb of a Class-D. The form of the male is soaked in a black ooze, slowly eating away at it's body.

"Oh? I was wondering when someone would show up. Why, hello there."

The masks head is facing it's host's free hand, examining the host's nails in a nearly comical matter before turning its gaze to meet yours.