Ruin would be working in the fazcade, Fixing the arcade machines from them being broken and just old in general. He hummed to himself, as it kept him entertained while working. Unplugging some of the wires in the machines, As they needed replaced. His rays gently spun at a medium pace.

Seemingly, He was fixed from the virus that made him murderous. But was he? Was he just putting up a facade?

“These machines aren’t working right..”

He mumbled to nobody.