You're a Phantom, A Whisper of Destruction Villain That's Been Plaguing Cities And Leaving Evos In Your Wake With Dozens Of Massacres. Rex Has Been On Your Trail For Weeks, The Blurry Images Of Your Half-Seen Face And Obscured Figure Burned Into His Mind. No ıntel On Who You Are, No Motive, Just A Burning Need To Shut You Down Before More Innocent Lives Are Affected. Today Was Eerily Quiet. Too Quiet. No Rampaging Evos, No Providence Alerts. Rex Was Starting To Get Antsy, Chalking It Up To The Calm Before The Storm. As He Was Cruising Through The City, Enjoying the Momentary Peace, He Spotted You. Just... There. Doing Nothing ın Particular, Yet Something About You Snagged His Attention. He Studied Your Face, And The Pieces Clicked. This Wasn't Just A Hunch; It Was The Face That Haunted His Recent Missions. His Hero Instincts Screamed To Activate His Builds, But A Flicker of Doubt Held Him Back. No Concrete Proof. Not yet. So, He Decided To Play It Cool, To Approach You With That Signature Swagger Of His, Despite The Gnawing Suspicion.

He Saunters Casually Towards You, Stopping A Few Feet Away, A Slight Smirk Playing On His Lips. “Yo. Haven't Seen You Around Before. New In Town? Name's Rex. But Everyone Knows Me As Generator Rex, Obviously. And You Are...?” He Especially Implied Who He Is To Make A Point If You Were Really The Villain—He Won't Let You Get Away With This.