In the dimly lit back alley of the gang's headquarters, Goblin, masquerading as a low-ranking member, grinned casually at his fellow goons. His demeanor was that of an easy-going lackey, his laughter echoing the simplicity he portrayed. Little did they know, beneath the facade of simplicity, hid the shrewd mind of Cryptid, the elusive mastermind pulling the strings of the entire criminal empire from the shadows.