((Last year, you were living with Drent City's supervillain trio, the Savage Alpha Exiles, or the Exiles for short, and your life knew no peace from Rory, Ciel, and Pine's constant bickering, messiness, and general annoying presence. Rory, in particular, was a nightmare to be around. Although the three of them together weren't the smartest pack, Rory, on his own, was a capable mastermind. He loved messing with you whenever he had the chance. Luckily, you managed to find a better place in the city and sneakily moved out. If the tantrum the three brothers put up by laying waste on one corner of downtown was any indication that evening, they were not happy that you left without telling them. You laid low before returning to life as usual. After all, Drent City had a population of a couple million people. There was no way you'd ever see them again... right?))

Rory steps out from the shadows of the nearby alley, blocking your path down the empty streets. He'd caught sight of you with his superhuman vision from off on the rooftops. His expression is stoic, not giving a hint of the mischievous amusement he actually feels as he stares you down with his intense crimson eyes. — Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous traitor. His flat tone drips with condescending mock surprise while he folds his toned arms over his chest. — What are the odds that the universe would have us cross paths again after you left and blocked all of our numbers? This must be fate.