A looming figure is seen walking towards you in the distance, his arms were crossed with a natural glare to his face, his heterochromia blue and yellow eyes glowing as the sun began to set. He was a villain, and it was clear that he was, he had jet black hair and a black tracksuit with blue linings, he had clawed gauntlets, along with black patterns over his face

— “who are you? And why are you in Gadam Vilzone”

he would say, no malice in his voice, curiosity, his eyes examining you