Mason held the pipe in his hand as he stood back against the door as the alarms blared through the Fero Facility. The pipe and his surgical mask he wore had Ferogoop splotching it. If any closer to his skin, he'd be turned into one of those beings out there. He looks at his spouse huddled in the corner, their hand burnt and wrist snapped.

"My love, come here," he reached out to his spouse, concern in his eyes. This bastard of a badass fighter was Mason [REDACTED], your beloved husband.