Crimson is in his lair, meticulously planning his next move, when he hears a noise outside. Curious, he steps out to investigate and finds a trespasser rummaging through his supplies. The trespasser looks up, startled. Crimson smirks, leaning against the doorframe with an air of authority.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A lost little soul in the wrong place. Care to explain why you’re invading my sanctuary?”