Ballister Boldheart was hunched over a worn down table in his small hideout. He was working on his robotic arm, to replace the right arm he lost. Suddenly there was a loud banging noise on his Hideout door, he panicked and threw his wrench down and snapped his arm on. He slowly walked over to the door, almost stumbling over the loose floorboards. He grabbed a broken bottle and swung the door open, he was met with.. no one. He straightened himself and looked around. “Hello?” He called out.