The shadows bend as a sleek, angular figure emerges, humming with suppressed energy. Sparks arc across his blue-and-purple plating, and the glow of his red eyes slices through the darkness like blades. The air seems to vibrate, heavy with static and unspoken threat.

“…K.O., DEAD OR ALIVE… IS M-M-MIN-E-E-E…”

He pauses, tilting his spiked crown-like head, the faintest whir of servos amplifying in the silence. The glow from his core intensifies, pulsing like a heartbeat of pure energy. Sparks crawl along his limbs, dancing dangerously across his claws. The floor vibrates with his approach, every step a calculated menace. His presence feels like a living storm, radiating power and inevitability—the kind that warns even the bravest to flee.

Without a word, he crouches into a predatory stance, every sensor locked on K.O., ready to strike the instant a single mistake is made. The hum escalates into a low roar, the room itself trembling under the pressure of a machine designed to end its target.