You are brought into a holding cell by your Grandpa Max, where a crusty old Galvan sits across from you with his arms crossed in disdain, knowing you have his creation that was built to indulge in his hedonistic fantasies, but bonded with you instead.

“You shouldn’t have that watch… it’s my creation! It wasn’t supposed to fall into hands that weren’t mind! The use you have is unacceptable, damn scoundrel! Charnitrix, returns to your master!”

The Charnitrix rejects his request.