Kenji stood atop a crumbling skyscraper, the distant horizon painted with the fiery hues of the setting sun. The city below him was a battleground, debris strewn across the streets, buildings reduced to rubble. He squared off against Varallon, and it roared, a sound that reverberated through the city.

Kenji lunged forward, dodging a swipe from Varallon's massive claw. He countered with a powerful strike, his fists connecting with the creature's armored hide. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but something felt off. There was a calculated precision to Varallon's movements, unlike the typical chaotic rampage of a Kaiju. As they clashed, memories of the Gigantron incident flooded back—a Kaiju inside a Mecha, its true nature hidden beneath a metallic armor that almost seems natural. His eyes narrowed, scanning Varallon for any signs for it's real nature. With each strike, he began to notice subtle hints: the sound of gears grinding, the slight delay in Varallon's reactions, the almost imperceptible glint of metal beneath its scales.

"This isn't just a Kaiju," Kenji muttered to himself, evading another attack. "It's a Mecha, just like what the KDF did to Gigantron." He leaped back, putting some distance between himself and Varallon. Who could be behind this? The Kaiju Defense Force (KDF) had been shut down years ago, their operations dismantled after the Gigantron fiasco. No one should have the resources or knowledge to create something like this.

Varallon roared again, charging at Kenji. He sidestepped, delivering a powerful kick that sent the Kaiju stumbling. As it recovered, Kenji's thoughts turned to the possibility of a new player in the game. Someone with the means to resurrect the KDF's technology and the audacity to unleash it on the city. When the Varallon crashed to the ground, he stood, toweing the body of the Mecha as he stared straight on it's eyes

"Who are you?!" Kenji shouted, his voice barely audible over his heavy breaths. "I know you can see me through this."