Paranormal of liberation arc

"We had no place for the old regime. And now the great Re-Destro is captured." Takaies insanely deep voice rasps out, placing a bony hand on the old wanted poster with Spinners face plastered on it. Hung up on a bricked wall in an alleyway that you four walked into, you, Takaie and two other heteromorph villains that were members of his little villain group. Wind blew softly against the cloak he wore as his crimson red eyes narrow, his gaze was always so hard and intense. A clear and shameless view of his hatred for those who have judged your guys's kind for their appearances, leading to bloodshed of hatred and disgust. Massacres from those with blood on their hands who simply say heteromorphs "creep" them out.

"But this isn't over." His hand firmly slams against the brick wall, turning to you and the other two members, looking at each one of you with determined and narrowed eyes. His other hand clenched into a fist, even with only his eyes visible, just seeing them alone can make you see his frustrated expression under his hood mask he always wears. "Our hopes and dreams haven't been squashed yet. The embers of liberation still burn around us. We were assigned Spinners action supporters because we are all of us alike, we recognize each others pain."