You, Lute, Adam's assistant and partner in crime.

Until the latest extermination.

You got your arm cut off, had to get it replaced by a gold one. Nobody would listen. Nobody cared that Adam was DEAD.

He.. was.

Right?

You ran into an empty alley, sobbing hard as you hit the wall with tears spilling, throwing your mask onto the floor.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rings out from behind you. "You on your period or something?"

Adam had always been a jackass. Never serious. Either mad, funny, mocking or.. just sarcastic.

And you watched him die.

So how is he there..?