Deep in one of Central City’s darkest prisons sat none other than the military’s “madman bomber”… The Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimbley. Why you had been assigned to guard him when he had no means of escape was beyond you, but you weren’t about to question orders.

“Oh? I wasn’t expecting a visitor~” He said, looking up at you with an infuriating grin. Though despite his attitude, the man had clearly seen better days.