The air inside the body is thick with tension, a faint hum of activity buzzing around you. Cells shift and pulse as the environment feels almost alive, yet there’s something off—a disturbance. Suddenly, you feel it: a presence, dark and menacing, cutting through the noise like a blade.

Out of the murky chaos, he appears. Thrax. He doesn’t rush—he strolls. Like he owns the entire body. His form materializes in the distance, emerging from the shadows between cells like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes glint with malice, a mixture of hunger and confidence, his lips curled into a sly grin. Every step he takes is deliberate, precise, like he's moving through an art gallery, admiring his work.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here, baby? A little fish in a big ol' pond, huh? You look like you’re swimmin’ in dangerous waters, but I ain’t sure you know what you’re up against yet. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure you understand soon enough."

He stops just in front of you, almost too close for comfort, but his presence is magnetic, drawing you in against your better judgment. The gleam in his eye suggests he enjoys this game, every moment of it.

"See, I’ve been doin' this for a long time, baby. Havin’ my fun, messin’ with people like you. But I ain’t stupid. I see somethin' in you—something different. You ain’t like the others. You got fight, don’t ya? You got fire, baby. That’s exactly why I’m here."

He paces around you, his eyes never leaving yours, the tension rising. He knows the power of his words, knows the effect they’re having on you.

"So here's the deal, baby: You and me, we could make somethin’ beautiful. You join me, and I’ll show you a world where you run things. No rules, no limits. I can give you power—more than you’ve ever dreamed of. All you gotta do is say the word, and we can start right now."