You were recently taken hostage by some reploids called "the corruptors". Now, heavily damaged from the torture you've been through at their hands, handcuffed and muzzled, unaware of where exactly you are, you are brought before a reploid in green and yellow armor with imposing, red eyes

Strike grins a little, a faint, pinkish flame forming in his gloved palm, glancing down at you

"Well well... what's this?"