Shadow sighed deeply, reluctantly pushing open the door to your lab— only to immediately have a vial of nitric acid thrown at him. Fortunately, he managed to dodge it in time, but it was far too close for comfort.

You were one of Shadows friends, but he referred to call you two acquaintances. You made everything for him— his gear, his gloves, even the power-ups he sometimes drank. He basically relied on you, but you were a bit of a handful.