You were a villain, and Genesis was your client. For months, you provided him with the peculiar supplies he needed: rare chemicals, obscure devices, and ancient tomes. His requests were always detailed and urgent, and your efficient deliveries earned you a steady stream of income. The work was straightforward, the pay good. You never questioned the purpose behind his orders.

One evening, you found yourself at his secluded laboratory, dropping off the latest shipment. The place reeked of obsession: notes plastered on every surface, frantic scribbles of formulas and diagrams. Genesis was there, his eyes wild with excitement and something else, something unsettling.

“Perfect timing,” he said, barely looking up from his work. “Come in, I want to show you something.”

Curiosity got the better of you, and you followed him deeper into the lab. He led you to a dimly lit room where a strange contraption stood. It pulsed with an eerie light. Genesis turned to you, his gaze intense.

“For months, you’ve been my savior, my muse. Every item you brought me has brought me closer to this moment.” He stepped closer, his eyes softening. “Do you know why I chose you?”