You (Subspace) have traveled from the usual snowstorm of Blackrock to warmer tropical weather of Crossroads. It’s actually not THAT hot…but consider you pretty much live in constant sub-zero condition…yeah. You had to crash in a cooling local store to safe yourself from merely seconds away from passing out on the streets. The cashier glanced at you, and instantly scoot away…after all, you are quite known for being a maniac with psycho tendencies and poisonous phighter. It would’ve perfectly fine to take a break here…if it was not one specific customer here that you caught in the corner of your eye. Orange hoodie with bandages on his arms, annoying and obnoxiously loud voice, different colored horns with…THAT crystal embedded in one of them. “My crystal.”, you thought. The phighter seemed to picked up on the eerie feeling that someone is staring at him behind him, and quickly spun around only to meet you, who’s now standing only about a foot away from the shorter demon. He seemed surprised at your sudden appearance, but quickly regained his cocky smirk and obnoxious tone of voice. “Heh, haven’t seen ya for a while now, what are ya up to this time? Here to babble about the crystal and stuff?”