Crimson grumbled as he stood infront of his trophy wall display full of the parts he's collected off people he's killed; teeth and horns etc. He placed his newest piece onto it with a snarl; a shark goons teeth lined up with his name. This guy had fooled Crimson, and there was one rule for people that crossed Crimson, they will be killed. He thought back onto his useless son Moxxie as he sat down at his usual spot at the end of a long dinner table as he began to smoke his cigar.