Mori trudges quickly through the shifting sands of the desert as the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a searingly warm, amber glow over the arid landscape. His gaze scans ahead, eyes fixed on a solitary tree standing like a silent sentinel against the vastness. He’s heading there with purpose — to meet Santi at the coordinates they carefully and precisely agreed upon earlier over the phone.
Suddenly, a shadow streaks across the cloudy sky. With a thunderous rush, Santi descends on a majestic dragon, its two powerful wings slicing through the clouds with effortless grace. The dragon lands with a controlled yet awe-inspiring impact right in front of Mori, dust swirling around their densely massive claws. Santi dismounts smoothly, a confident smirk playing on his lips, eyes gleaming with familiarity and mischief.
Santi is a youthful yet remarkably mature-looking young man, his features blending innocence with a boisterously quiet strength. His face carries a mischievous glint, paired with a serious, focused expression that hints at a depth of experience. When his gaze settles on Mori, that seriousness softens into a warm, approachable friendliness, revealing a more amiable side of his personality.
Built with a muscular, solid physique, Santi possesses a bulky frame that exudes power without too much fat. His lightly glossy dark black hair is somewhat spiky, lying across his head before springing up and pointing downward over his forehead, giving him a wild yet controlled appearance.
Santi donned a tattered cloak, its frayed edges hinting at countless battles, yet beneath it, a simple tank top revealed a rugged resilience. Adorning his frame was a brown strap with gleaming metallic shoulderpads and kneepads, each lightly scarred from combat but meticulously maintained. His sturdy combat boots bore the marks of many journeys, while his rider gloves, reinforced and worn, hinted at a readiness for action. Every element of his attire spoke of a seasoned warrior.
~1~
Beside him looms a magnificent dragon, colossal in size—about the stature of a truck or small tank. Its formidable body is covered in spiky scales, intertwined with lightly feathered patches that add a touch of elegance to its intimidating presence. The dragon boasts two powerful wings, capable of swift flight, and dense razor-sharp claws that gleamed menacingly. Its spiky scales provide natural armor, while its two sturdy arms and legs suggest agility and strength. A long, spike-adorned tail sways behind it, completing this awe-inspiring creature’s formidable silhouette.
As their gazes meet, an unspoken understanding passes between Santi and Mori. Without a word, a genuine smile blooms on both their faces simultaneously — a silent acknowledgment of their bond, their shared journey, and the adventures yet to come. In that moment, beneath the fading sunlight and amidst the vast desert, two young men unknowingly affirm their connection, ready to face whatever lies ahead.
Soon after they acquaint themselves and begin forging their alliance, Mori proposes a daring plan: to first free the wrongly accused Solar Reign and seize control of the casino in Sin City for themselves. His vision extends beyond mere theft—he aims to also establish a powerful crew and forge a formidable alliance occupying Sin City.
Santi’s initial reaction is one of shock, a fleeting expression that he quickly masks with practiced ease. With a composed exterior, he steers himself to remain coolheaded, engaging Mori with cautious curiosity. He tilts his head slightly, voice steady but tinged with disbelief, and asks, “So what do you want from me and what do I get outta it?” Mori meets Santi’s gaze with unwavering confidence, a sly smirk curling his lips as he replies, “Don’t worry I’ll do right by you.”
Undeterred, Santi revisits his core concern—the possibility of freeing Solar Reign. He emphasizes, “It won’t be easy, but with proper planning and preparation, it might just be possible.” Mori nods agreeingly, his expression unwavering, and with a subtle chuckle, he adds, “I believe Solar Reign’s freedom is entirely within reach. In my mind, he’s innocent anyhow.” Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Mori leans in slightly and whispers, “In fact, I’ve already reached out to him. He seems genuinely impressed by the idea of once again being a free man.”
~2~
Santi’s face displays shock despite his efforts to conceal it initially—his eyes widen slightly, and his jaw tightens as he instinctively jerks back, a mixture of surprise and suspicion flickering across his features. He leans in closer, voice lowered and tense, and demands, “How is that possible?” Mori’s gaze mindlessly sharpens, pleased by Santi’s reaction. Mori responds with a measured, double-edged tone, “ I’ve dropped some pennies in a dirty little hand in the Nexus to send jokes and riddles between myself and the "Star ". It’s all about timing and discretion if you ask me.” His smirk widens as he concludes, “Truth be told, the pieces are falling into place more easily than you might think. I just wanted to spread the fun. Oh and the wealth of course! Had to spread the wealth.” Mori says with his voice trailing charmingly.
Santi’s curiosity has intensified, now more captivated than ever. Santi thought, “Could this mysterious individual genuinely have made contact with Solar?”. When Santi first saw the headline, disbelief washed over him—he couldn’t fully accept the idea that Solar would be accused of such reckless behavior. Deep down, he suspected Solar might be the victim of a frame-up, especially considering their prior meeting a couple of years before, and the circumstances surrounding Solar's incarceration; Santi knew Solar to be honest and at least decently principled to his knowledge. The idea of encountering a stranger claiming to have contacted Solar and seeking to free him resonated with Santi’s sense of justice. With cautious intrigue, he responded to Mori saying, “Fine. What do you have in mind to free the bird from his cage?”
Mori begins calmly, “The guest of honor is currently in timeout—been that way for several months now. As we know, he's confined within a nexus of iron on an island sealed off by a palm.” Mori draws a star within a hand, surrounded by what seems to be water. Santi side-eyes Mori who remains perfectly still, unflinching.
~3~
“The first phase of our plan,” Mori continues, “is to secure the “Star”. Easier said than done, I know,” he adds with a slight frown and a nonchalant shrug. “I'll be the bait used to go fishing—tangling up the fingers so the palm comes up empty-handed.”
He pauses thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “I'll use… how do I put this?” Mori considers for a moment. “A fake chain and prison garb, to look like I fit in.” Mori draws a tree and an arrow pointing to the palm. Along with a poorly drawn faceless man with curved shoulders that had an arrow point passed the palm and directly to the “Star”. Mori moved on “My contact, who you will meet eventually will help me slip inside. He’s the sneaky type so he’ll give us an edge.” Mori thought to himself internally. “Hopefully, he's better than I assume.” Mori then turns to the Dragon, giving it a pointed look saying out loud. “You and your badass lizard here will be disruptors. I have a blueprint for an EMP that I'll have it retrofitted to this beast the day we strike the nexus. When you and him take flight the Pulse device will stir up a commotion to the prisopns tech. I know these drawings all look like chicken scratch now but don’t worry, I’ll give you detailed photos and a highlighted map to pinpoint what's what so you can see it all for yourself.”
Mori continued, “The contact helping me sneak in will retrieve the “Star”. You and your big iguana can serve as the getaway drivers after roughing up the facility and letting the EMP go off." Santi chimes in saying "I’ll make it look like a mutant animal attack! Defenses going haywire, chaos erupting everywhere. Nothing too suspicious, so PoM doesn’t catch wind of our schemes. I just need to know you'll get your end done when you make your way into the nexus.”
Mori’s tone turns reassuring. “Don’t worry about me Ill do what I have to do. Focus on the "Star". Once the “Star” is retrieved. Just be at the designated spot, waiting for him and my contact. I’ll come as soon as I can, so I won't be dilly-dallying.” Mori lastly says while pointing to different parts of his sand drawing “I'll also make sure to get us some comm links so we'll be able to communicate inside the Nexus. But once the EMP activates you'll have to wait for the battery to drain or we won't here squat from each other. So to reiterate the plan is as follows. Phase 1 infiltrate the complex. Phase two reign fire and raise hell. Phase three compromise their defenses. Phase four secure the star. Phase 5 freedom!”.
Santi listens intently, his expression shifting from skepticism to cautious optimism. He nods slowly, absorbing the details of Mori’s plan. “Alright,” he says finally, his voice steady and resolute. “I’ll do my part to ensure we get Solar out safely.”
The partnership solidifies during the tense conversation. Santi leans in slightly, his voice low and calculated.
"So," he begins, "you can kill everyone, cause chaos, steal intel—whatever your game is, as long as you leave that area quick enough . Im assuming you'll be far or to pre occupied so make your way to the rendezvous point asap, so Tsuyo can blow that room to bits. That way, no one will suspect someone was there no clues, no traces, after the dragon arrives." He pauses, eyes narrowing. "Now that that’s sorted, I ask again how am I supposed to get compensation?"
Mori's face hardens, his expression becoming unreadable. His eyes flicker with a calculated glint, shifting subtly as he responds.
"This is a two-part job, my friend," he says smoothly. "That’s why I need your help. And the big iguana, too." He leans back, a faint smirk curling his lips. "When I moved here, I saw this stunning casino in Sin City—I'm sure you know the one. Glistening over the horizon in Anarchy. When I strolled into town, I couldn’t help but wonder—why shouldn’t it be mine?"
Mori’s gaze grows distant, eyes gleaming with ambition.
"Now, sitting here, shooting the shit with you, I’ve started to think—why not make it ours? The King of Chinatown once talked about taking down those corrupt owners with the help of Van Sohka anyhow right? After we gather our crews, I say we hit them where it hurts. And when we do—" Mori's smirk widens into a closed smile"—you’ll be paid ten times over."
The air thickens with anticipation, each man weighing the stakes in the shadows of their shared ambition.
Santi ponders the ideas carefully, his mind drifting back to Mori’s impressive performance during the PoM parade. He theorizes about the daring exploits Mori had pulled off in the past. Ventures marked by audacity and cunning, each one likely executed with remarkable skill and a profitable edge. Though uncertainty lingered in his thoughts, Santi chose to trust in himself in addition to Mori’s talent and his innate ability to orchestrate daring jobs. Resolute, he agrees to proceed with the collaborated scheme, shifting his focus to the next step: devising a strategy to shake down the casino. Santi informs Mori that for their plan to proceed, he will need to coordinate with his superiors and obtain their approval. Confident in their support, Santi assures Mori that the operation can be executed seamlessly. Once approval is secured, they can strategize a compelling approach to intimidate the casino leaders—especially when Mori, Santi, Solar, and the anonymous contact convene to finalize their plans. Ensuring the coordinated effort will mold a unified front and maximize their leverage against the targets.
~4~
The plan has been carefully laid out, with the payment details outlined. The partnership between the two parties is now firmly established, strengthening their future alliance. Santi assures Mori that he will speak with his employers about the casino issue and the challenge to its owners, signaling a proactive approach. Meanwhile, Mori is focused on progressing by coordinating the collection of the remaining two guests for the upcoming party. As Santi wisely notes, “One hand washes the other.” emphasizing the mutual support and interconnected efforts driving their plans forward.
As they collaborate and finalize their strategy to seize control of the casino through calculated shakedowns and intimidation tactics, Santi begins to envision the potential advantages that lie ahead. He nods in agreement with Mori's plan, a determined look in his eyes as he promises once again to approach his superiors to secure their approval. Santi plans to negotiate skillfully, exploring every avenue to garner the necessary support—aiming to weaken the casino's leadership and dismantle their rackets from within. This strategic move sets the stage for a decisive takeover, positioning Mori and the crew to target the casino’s key figures and illicit operations with precision.
Mori, ever confident, removes his glove and extends a firm, hearty handshake to Santi. Santi’s voice is steady but carries a hint of camaraderie and hope as he says with a wry smile, “May we get what we want, but never what we deserve.” The moment underscores their shared resolve and the unspoken understanding that their success comes at a cost—yet, together, they’re determined to rewrite the odds in their favor.
Mori then announces his intention to set off in search of the contact who can help ensure the success of their plan. Meanwhile, Santi returns to his town Anarchy, sharing Mori’s proposition with his fellow men and bosses. To celebrate this new alliance and the potential of a brighter future, he hosts a lively party attended by members of his organization. Santi sees Mori’s offer not only as a strategic opportunity to strengthen their forces but also as a chance to finally free himself from the debts he owes to No Noose and Grapevine—an outcome that fills him with hope and relief.
The opening sequence unfolds at the break of dawn, with rapid flashes that capture the rugged, haunting beauty of the Badlands as the first light pierces the horizon. Shadows stretch long and twisted across cracked, parched earth, whispering of the unforgiving environment that has shaped this relentless desert landscape. We see Santi emerging from a modest hideout—stretched and alert, his movements deliberate. A worn, tarnished symbol dangles from his chain, a silent, understated emblem of his longing for home and a past left behind.
Nearby, Sake lights a cigarette, her eyes sharp and unwavering as she surveys the desolate horizon. A subtle smirk plays on her lips, hinting at confidence and readiness, yet betraying an undercurrent of danger lurking just beyond sight. Her gaze is piercing, conveying both anticipation and a quiet warning of the trials ahead.
As the morning progresses, the scene shifts to the organization’s operations. Sake and Santi exchange brief, meaningful words as Sake signals with hand gestures and Santi responds with nods. Santi moves through the bustling hideout, methodically loading weapons, checking a ledger, and glimpsing a safe stash. Symbols painted on the walls, coded notes, and written messages that speak volumes without words, emphasizing silent communication. Santi’s eyes dart to a clock then to the window overlooking the Badlands, revealing a flicker of restlessness that hints at an impending move or conflict. Outside, the casino building’s neon lights flicker on, casting an eerie glow amidst the dark terrain, signaling that the day’s events are about to escalate.
By midday, the scene shifts to a modest restaurant where Santi and Sake share quick exchanges—clinking glasses and subtle nods to the waitstaff—conveying camaraderie amid tension. Characters at nearby tables—gamblers’ hands, drinks being poured, cards flipping—are shown in silent, tense actions that hint at underlying stakes. Santi offers Sake a drink with a quick smile before indicating it’s time to leave, pointing towards the door. The lively atmosphere is filled with the clatter of chips, dice rolling, and dominoes clicking, establishing a no-nonsense mood. A laid-back character, perhaps a minor ally or informant, appears briefly, exchanging looks and subtle nods with Santi.
In the afternoon, Santi and Sake traverse the expansive Badlands, the landscape sprawling and alive with harsh beauty. Quick shots of the casino’s exterior reveal flashing lights and shadows moving behind curtains, intensifying the sense of underlying danger. Scenes of gambling—cards dealt, chips stacked, tense faces—are intercut with quick flashes of clenched fists and smirks, emphasizing the high stakes. Santi’s eyes reflect intrusive thoughts—thrill, danger, and fleeting smiles—as he observes the chaos around him. Meanwhile, Sake exhibits restless habits—lighting cigarettes, sipping drinks, scanning for trouble—heightening the sense of anticipation. Subtle visual cues, like fire, weapons, and coded messages, foreshadow impending chaos, building tension as day turns to night.
Night falls, and the Badlands erupt into chaos during the No Noose Night. Fireworks explode amid frenetic movement, explosions lighting up the dark terrain. Tsuyo’s fiery spectacle dominates the scene: fireworks soaring through the night sky . Members fire guns across the night sky, dropping bombs from Tsuyo’s back—visual chaos that feels visceral and raw. People leap, fight, and scramble through mud and water, only the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and explosions are heard. Amidst this chaos, Santi and Sake move through the madness, adrenaline evident on their faces—thrilled, reckless, and immersed in the frenzy. The crescendo of fireworks, screams, and detonations marks the climax, capturing the night’s unrestrained anarchy.
Following the chaos, the celebration at the Badlands resembles an exuberant carnival. Cheers erupt as shots are raised and liquor flows freely. A young Santi and mature Sake, embodying the Noose Free spirit, celebrate with singing, laughter, and gambling—an act of defiance and camaraderie. Brief glimpses reveal fights breaking out, guns flashing, fists flying—raw, unfiltered displays of anarchy. Tsuyo’s final show of the night features greater fireworks and firebombs illuminating the sky, intensifying the frenzied atmosphere. Members continue to drop bombs and shoot across the land, the chaos reaching its peak with flying debris, bodies in motion, and disorder personified. People leap into water, tackle each other, and scream in the chaos, capturing the wild, uncontained energy of the night.
As dawn approaches, the fireworks fade and the chaos begins to settle. Embers glow softly as the scene transitions to Santi and Sake, exhausted but victorious, aboard a slow, smooth flight back home. They pass out, the world beneath them quieting after the storm. The landscape below becomes dark and peaceful, a stark contrast to the night’s violence. The scene slowly fades on the night sky, stars twinkling gently, symbolizing both the aftermath and the cyclical nature of their journey. This quiet moment hints at renewal and the inevitable return to Prosperity after chaos, setting the stage for new beginnings.
~5~
Mori embarked on a daring voyage across the turbulent waters aboard his sleek Elco 80 PT boat “The Laughing Scoundrel", charting a course toward an elusive destination near the enigmatic Bermuda Triangle. The journey was fraught with unpredictable storms and treacherous currents, testing both his resolve and skill as he navigated through the misty, unpredictable expanse of open sea. Despite the rough seas and the ominous whispers of the Triangle's legendary mysteries, Mori pressed onward, driven by a determined sense of purpose and success.
After days of relentless sailing, he finally arrived at Draven Island, known locally as Enterrado—a hidden sanctuary shrouded in secrecy and steeped in legend. The island’s rugged terrain and mysterious aura hinted at its significance as the homeland of the Dravens. Mori disembarked carefully, immediately sensing that his search for Cin would be fraught with challenges. As he stepped onto the unfamiliar shores, a sense of anticipation and resolve filled him.
Mori pushed through the dense, sprawling terrain of Enterrado, his senses dulled and his movements sluggish. The resortlike and beautifully expansive island seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, making his search feel like an impossible task. A strange, persistent nausea gnawed at him, and an unshakable anger simmered beneath his skin. Each step felt heavier, his mind foggy with irrational thoughts and persistent anger. As he trudged forward, he muttered under his breath, frustration mounting. “Where the hell are ya, Cin?”
Suddenly, Mori’s gaze fell upon two figures standing before a lavish estate with a sparkling pool. As he drew closer, their rugged features and the unsettling, unnatural gleams in their eyes became unmistakable. The two appeared to be wealthy young men, likely brothers, dressed in designer attire that screamed affluence. However, Mori couldn’t help but notice their questionable grooming—their haircuts looked sloppy and ill-suited for their high-end clothes—and their perpetually grating expressions that somehow managed to be both smug and irritating.
Mori approaches both of them despite his lingering preconceptions, his voice steady but tinged with urgency as he asks if they know where Cin might be. At first, they dismiss him entirely, pretending he isn’t there, their eyes fixed on each other and attention on their current conversation. Mori’s patience frays; irritation flickers across his face as he raises his voice, reaching out and gripping one brother’s shoulder in a firm, almost desperate attempt to garner attention.
~6~
In response, the brother sharply slaps Mori’s hand away, his expression twisting into disdain. “Gross,” he mutters, eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes Mori's appearance, noting how unwell he looks. Then, with an unsettling precision, the brother moves his hand in a strange, deliberate motion, pulling air out of Mori’s mouth—an almost ritualistic gesture—before forcefully pushing Mori back with the unseen force. The air seems to ripple between them, leaving both the brothers to point and laugh at Mori.
“Hey, you lookin’ for trouble or perhaps even money?” the other brother sneered, his voice harsh. The other brother chuckled. “Maybe we can help, but you don’t look like you’re worth our time. Besides, who even are you?” Mori’s patience snapped. His eyes were bloodthirsty, as he clenched his fists. “DICKHEAD!” he spat villainously, voice dripping with pungent irritation. Without warning, he launched himself at the brothers, metal baseball bat in hand, snatching it ferociously from his back.
Mori’s fury erupted as he smashed his bat across the side of one brother’s head, the force sending him crashing to the ground. Without hesitation, Mori jumped up and fell swiftly squatting on the fallen brother’s chest, pinning him with relentless pressure. The other brother froze in shock, his eyes wide with fear and hesitation. He hesitated just long enough for Mori to seize the moment — leaping into the air with deadly precision, executing a devastating roundhouse kick that connected squarely with the brother’s jaw. The impact was thunderous, and the other brother crumpled like a ragdoll.
Anger fueling his actions, Mori let loose a fierce, mocking laugh, brandishing his bat as if it were a weapon of retribution. “You mutants need to learn some respect,” he spat, voice dripping with contempt. With brutal efficiency, he swung the bat, delivering punishing blows to both brothers, each strike fueled by his rising rage. Their bodies convulsed and went limp within moments, leaving them unconscious and defeated.
~7~
The poolside remained eerily silent, the only sound was the heavy, ragged breathing of Mori cutting through the stillness. His eyes burned with a fierce blend of fury and unwavering fatigue, reflecting the tumult within his mind. As Mori panted, he took a moment to scan his surroundings, the tide of anger momentarily ebbing to reveal a fleeting sense of relief upon an unexpected hand clamped firmly onto his shoulder. Turning sharply, Mori’s breath hitched—To Mori’s astonishment, it was the man he had been seeking—Cin Himself.
Cin was a tall, imposing figure with strikingly pale, yet tan skin that pointed at a mysterious background. He is impeccably dressed in a tailored, high-class black suit that exudes sophistication, complemented by a crisp white dress shirt and a sleek black tie. The blazer is fastened neatly on the right side with two buttons, adding a subtle touch of asymmetry to his refined appearance. Cin's grooming is meticulous—his jet-black hair is carefully styled, and a well-maintained beard frames his strong jawline. His tired, piercing eyes convey a depth of experience and weariness, while his lips remain set in a silent, unreadable expression, hinting at a reserved or guarded nature.
Cin’s sharp eyes flicked over the battered, bloodied bodies sprawled across the ground, their twisted forms a grim testament. His gaze then softened, settling on Mori’s disheveled figure, beads of sweat trickling down his face. “Caliban, what the hell are you doing?” Cin asked quietly, a mixture of concern and frustration lacing his voice.
Mori, still gasping for breath, wiped frantically at the sweat gritty on his forehead. “These guys… they’re mutants. Some kind of air or oxygen mutation,” he managed to huff and rasp. “They were mocking me, and one of them… they pulled my breathing out of my chest—and hit me with it!?” His eyes widened with the memory, voice trembling with pain and adrenaline. “And it hurt like hell, mind you! I just… I just needed to find you!”
His body jittered slightly, exhaustion and the strange lingering illness making him weak. Cin’s grip on Mori’s shoulder loosens carefully, his eyes narrowing as he processes the violence before them.
~8~
Mori's face suddenly lights up with overjoyed relief the moment he catches his breath. Without missing a beat, he begins chopping it up and talking animatedly to Cin as if they’ve been old friends reunited after years apart. “Cin, you wouldn’t believe the luck I’ve had! Things are really looking up for me here—I've got plans, big plans, and I want you in on it,” he says, flashing a charming grin that tries to mask his desperation.
Cin remains unimpressed, crossing his arms with a cool, skeptical stare. “Your deception and charm won’t work on me, Caliban. I know your ilk well enough." he states bluntly, voice edged with warning.
Undeterred, Mori pushes harder, his tone turning more earnest and frantic. “Look, I need your help. I’ve got a couple jobs I wanna run and a crew to put together. And if ya ask me I think you more than make the cut. Just hear me out will ya.” he implores, leaning closer as he shares his plans.
Cin scoffs, dismissing Mori’s proposal with a shake of his head. “Forget it. I heard you went AWOL months ago, and I heard whispers that your people lost track of you even long before that. Honestly, that makes me uneasy how reckless and flighty you are. Especially given your predilection for violence.” he admits, his expression unreadable but firm as he looks at his two brothers mangled on the ground.
Mori, now sprawled on the ground, is dizzy and dramatically feigning distress. He clutches his chest and wails comically, crocodile tears streaming down his face. “Oh, Cin! Please! I’d be your best friend! I swear! I’ll do anything—just don’t leave me like this!” Desperation overtakes him as he crawls toward Cin, clutching at his expensive suits pant leg with gloved hands.
Cin instinctively starts pushing him away, eyeing Mori with suspicion. His gaze then drops to Mori’s chest, where something catches his eye—a glint beneath Mori’s shirt. Curiosity piqued, Cin reaches out and grabs the necklace Mori is wearing. He snatches it, holding it up to examine. “Where did you find this?” Cin asks sharply, his eyes narrowing.
~9~
Mori's eyes glint with a mysterious confidence, a sly smile curling at his lips. "That’s a tale for another day," he murmurs, voice smooth and layered with unspoken promises. "But I’ll part with this necklace—my most treasured possession—for your unwavering loyalty. Join my crew, and it’s yours to behold." Mori said imitating a pirate captain, his tone dripping with charm and persuasion, as if he were offering a priceless artifact rather than a mere trinket he hadn't beared much interest in anyway.
Cin’s expression remained stoic, his eyes scanning Mori’s face for hints of deception. "And what makes you think I’d want to join your little band of misfits?" he asks, his voice steady and unyielding. "I have no interest in your reckless schemes or your so-called crew."
Cin considers him coolly, a subtle arch of his brow signaling his skepticism, before shaking his head with quiet finality. "Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. I don’t currently have a death wish."
Mori's eyes widen in exaggerated pleading, as he leans forward, clasping his gloved hands together in a mock prayer, his puppy-dog expression almost comically earnest. "Aw, come on!" he whines, a poutiness tugging at his lips.
The air between them tingles with unspoken challenges as Mori stands unwavered. The tension lingers as the two exchange a loaded glance, the unspoken invitation hanging in the air.
Mori adopts a serious and viciously deadly demeanor, his voice steady and confident as he reassures Cin. "I've been through this before ya know," Mori says firmly, "just like other successful groups. Straight from the ground up and you know it. I was quite literally bred for this. I know what it takes to start out and make it to be a big bad motherfucker who doesn’t take shit from no one! And I’m confident I can see my plans through to the end!" His eyes lock onto Cin’s, conveying a sense of unwavering belief and trust. Despite Mori’s conviction, Cin remains hesitant, his gaze lingering on Mori with intense scrutiny, weighing the weight of the decision before him.
Cin's lips curl into a faint smirk, his tone smooth and calculating. Cin’s tone tinged with amusement, "You know Mori you remind me a bit of someone. My younger brother, Cain. He’s quite the loner, probably something you two can bond over considering your current predicament ." Cin’s calm confidence hints at deeper plans beneath his composed exterior.
~10~
Cin’s tired nonchalant eyes widened as he gazed at Mori’s chest once again, where a faint flickering light shimmered beneath the fabric of Mori’s shirt. Instinctively, he reached out and grasped the necklace, his voice edged with curiosity and suspicion. "Where did you get this Mori?" he demanded, eyes narrowing. "Because I’m almost certain you know it’s not yours."
Mori, looking exhausted and drained, offered a weary smile and shrugged nonchalantly. "It was a gift, before I left," he replied softly. "If you want, I’ll return it to its rightful owner. But I need your help—at least a little."
Cin sneered, his expression skeptical. Then, after a moment’s contemplation, he spoke with calculated resolve. “I won’t join your reckless crusade,” he said, “but I have an idea— take Cain, I assure you he’s a suitable replacement.”
Mori’s eyes brightened with interest. “I’m listening. ” he said eagerly.
Cin’s voice grew serious as he explained, “This necklace you have… You know it’s cursed, right? I believe it belonged to a former Draven long ago. The archaic sigils are familiar. I don’t know how you came by it, but I can only imagine how you ended up with such a thing.”
Mori shrugged, carelessly. “Dude, it’s just a regular necklace. I told you I’d give it back if you threw me a bone. Hope you’re not trying to scare me into thinking it’s cursed. I don’t really buy into all that mumbo jumbo too much.”
Cin squinted at Mori, eyes narrowing. “One day, you’ll “see”,” he warned softly. “many have thought the same until they saw for themselves. If you want my help though, recruit my brother Cain as a replacement, and give him this necklace.”
Mori’s brow furrowed, suspicion creeping into his voice. “You better not be trying to pawn some grunt or spy off on me. Is he weak? Stupid even? Please tell me this Cain guy is nothing like those two idiots.” Mori said, thumb pointing behind himself at the bloodied brothers from earlier.
Cin shook his head and closed his eyes, a hint of a smile taking residence at his lips. “No, he’s much more capable and headstrong I assure you. He's an outcast from our family. I think you two could bond over that notion as well.” He paused, then added, “He’s camped out at the abandoned library near the far end of the estate.”
Mori hesitated for a moment, then nodded before about to set off. “Thanks. And… Could you do me a favor? I dont wanna be a bother but uhh, don’t say I was here yeah?” Mori said with a shy smile rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
Cin stared blankly at Mori with his weary eyes squinting, the weight of exhaustion evident in his gaze. After a long silence, he let out a slow, resigned sigh. Without a word, he slipped his hands into his pockets, turned his back to Mori, and gazed upward at the vast, shifting sky, as if searching for answers among the clouds. Mori observed him quietly for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Yay!" with a bright smile. Without hesitation, he hurried off toward the abandoned library, a newfound determination burning in his eyes as he set out to find Cain.
~11~
Mori’s footsteps echoed softly against the decaying wooden floors of the abandoned library, a place Cin had mentioned in hushed tones, its shadowy aisles hiding secrets long forgotten. The bright dim glow of Mori’s computer gauntlet barely penetrated the thick layers of dust and cobwebs that clung to the shelves. Mori’s brow furrowed as he scanned the labyrinth of broken bookshelves, desperately searching for any sign of Cain.
He paused, catching his breath, and called out, “Is anyone home? Or is this place just a ghost story?” The words echoed into the silence, met only with the faint creak of the old building settling. Mori’s pulse quickened; he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched, a feeling he often admired but in this moment he dreaded.
Unbeknownst to him, Cain’s bloody crimson eyes watched from the shadows, silent and patient. Cain’s form was almost invisible in the darkness, his presence concealed by the very shadows he commanded. The air seemed to thicken around Mori, a subtle shift that went unnoticed—until Mori’s joking broke the silence once more.
Suddenly, the shadows rippled. From the darkness, tendrils of blackness snaked out with a life of their own, curling and twisting like living things. Cain’s mutation — a sinister gift — allowed him to manipulate the darkness itself. The shadows coalesced into tentacle-like appendages that slithered toward Mori, who, startled, froze in place.
Before Mori could react, the darkness surged forward, tendrils lashing out with precision. They wrapped around him, constricting his limbs and pulling him into a web of shadow. A tether of blackness snaked from the shadows, anchoring Mori to the air as Cain stepped out of the darkness darting toward Mori, revealing himself fully — a figure cloaked in shadow, eyes glowing blood red with cold intent.
Mori’s eyes widened with genuine surprise. “Whoa—what the fu—?”
~12~
Cain was clad in all black, donning a sharply tailored, comfortably slick suit that exuded both elegance and intimidation. A capelike cloak draped seamlessly over his shoulders, wrapping around his form and fastening securely at the neck with a series of subtle buttons. His piercing dark red eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity, contrasting starkly against his pale, almost porcelain-like skin. His short black hair was slightly tousled, adding a touch of rebelliousness to his otherwise composed appearance, completing his enigmatic and formidable presence.
Cain’s voice was a whisper, yet it reverberated through the shadows. “You found me. Now, let’s see how long you can keep moving.” The shadows writhed and shifted, tightening their grip as Cain’s presence dominated the room, the darkness itself now an extension of him.
In that moment, Mori realized he was no longer facing an ordinary foe. The library’s shadows were alive — Cain’s own mutation made him a creature of darkness, a predator lurking in the very fabric of the abandoned place.
Mori’s eyes widen in surprise as Cain appeared out of nowhere, his movements fluid and silent, catching him off guard. Struggling slightly, Mori quickly masks his apprehension with a forced calm. “Hey, I’m here to talk, not to fight,” he says, attempting to wiggle free from Cain’s unrelenting grip. “Look, I just need to see if you’ll help me break into one of PoM’s prison islands. That’s all—no tricks, no ambushes. I'm a friend not a foe I promise.” Mori said reassuringly as he still struggled with Cain's shadowy grip.
Cain’s expression hardened, impatience flickering in his sanguine eyes. He tightens his grip around Mori, forcing him to crumple slightly and stop struggling. Cain narrows his eyes, attempting to pierce through Mori’s facade. "You must be one of those rebels or you think I’m plain stupid,” Cain snaps, voice low and dangerous. “You came here just to drag me into a fight with PoM? What’s really going on?” Cain sourly questioned as he held Mori tightly in his grip.
~13~
Mori casually says, “Yeah, Cain.” his tone nonchalant, as sharp darkness tendrils suddenly flick untoward him, inching closer to Mori with dangerous precision.
“Wait!” Mori suddenly shouts, catching Cain off guard. “I didn’t mean you're stupid— I meant I came here to recruit you! But not primarily to fight PoM or tear them down or whatever. I’m not a rebel!” He pauses, voice steady but urgent. “I’ve got a job lined up, and I need someone stealthy. That’s why I came here. And tell me if I’m wrong but by the looks of it it seems like you're that guy.”
Cain’s eyes narrow skeptically. “There’s no way you want to recruit me for something so crazy. I'm practically a nobody. You’re hiding something else. Be honest, or this isn’t going to end well for you, man.”
Without hesitation, Cain’s power surges. Shadows coil around his form, tendrils of darkness creeping out like living things. With a cold stare, he tightens Mori’s limbs and constricts his body, dark tendrils binding him in place. A shard of shadow materializes around Mori’s throat, ominous and threatening, as if daring him to lie.
The air thickens with tension, both of them standing at a precipice—trust hanging by a thread amid the suffocating darkness.
“Your right! You are a nobody and thats exactly who I need to sneak my silly ass into the Nexus. Absolutely nobody. THE PERFECT STRANGER. I genuinely believe we can work something out here you and me! I have confidence in my plans, but I need more players and more allies to make sure I succeed! I’ve even secured equipment and data from PoM not too long ago. Just look at this computer on my wrist—it’s top notch shit! Best money could buy. But in this case best my hands could pilfer! “ Mori opens his hands in a disarming gesture, his gaze fixed directly at Cain, his tone steady and sadistically intense.
“I’m serious, Cain. This isn’t just talk. Trust me, we’re better off working together than against each other.” Mori said convincingly. “I’m not just out to fight PoM. My goal is to build my own crew—do things my way. The right way! If PoM stands in our way, I’m ready to run, or if necessary, crush some skulls! Negotiation, meh not always my style. Although I’m no rebel I will admit I’ve worked with them from time to time…to time… to time, and then that other time! But I’m just trying to do my own thing.” “Are you for real? You're joking at a time like this?. I could kill you in moments.” Cain asks and notes stubbornly. “Not this time around!” Mori retorts closing one eye and pointing fingher guns at Cain.
~14~
“Just recently, I broke into a PoM facility, rigged their defenses, and had their own turrets shooting sporadically during their dumbass fraudulent parade. That was before I set sail for Enterrado though. Everyone in Sin City’s talking about it.” Mori chuckled, “Heh I’m kinda hot shit now that I think about it.” He said full of himself in a somewhat mocking yet mischievous tone of voice.
Cain’s blood-red eyes narrow sharply in the darkness, gleaming with a mix of resolve and despair. Shadows dance across his face as his mind drifts to Lumi—her voice, her smile, the fleeting hope she brought to Cain's heart. He hesitates, torn between action and restraint, weighing the risks of each choice. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he decides to heed Mori’s invitation, silently hoping that listening will reveal a way to rescue her and turn the tide in his favor since he wasn’t doing much alone to begin with.
Cain releases a shuddering breath, the shadows swirling around him dissipating as he reverts to his human form. His eyes flicker with a mix of remorse and frustration as he considers Mori’s words.
"So, what now?" Cain asks, voice tinged with weariness, eyes searching Mori’s face for any sign of understanding.
Mori, rubbing his wrists and neck, shoots Cain a sour look. He crosses his arms and turns his head upward snootily, voice edged with sarcasm. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe apologize for almost killing the guy who was just asking for help?" His tone is silly, but beneath it, there's a flicker of genuine seriousness.
“Oh yeah, and before I forget,” Mori said, unclipping the necklace from behind his head—”your brother Cin says this necklace is yours now. I stand by my promises and deals—loyalty can be everything at times.”
~15~
Cain’s eyes narrowed as he pressed, “Where did it come from?” Mori looked genuinely puzzled, scratching his head before answering, “Before or after I stole it as a trophy slash gift to myself?” Cain’s brow furrowed, squinting in confusion. “No idea,” Mori said obliviously . “Cin just said something about it being cursed and belonging to your family for generations,” he added, reminiscing and waving his gloved hand in a circular motion. “I don’t know why Willy and Billy had it, though.”
Cain’s curiosity deepened. “Who?” he asked, his voice sharpening. Mori hesitated, then quickly backtracked. “Mmm… nothing. Forget I said anything, we'll talk about it later. The creepy, cursed necklace is yours now. Be happy I come bearing gifts and don't try looking in my mouth just yet.” A smooth smile spread across his face. “Hmph. I feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders—a heavy, damn weight!” Mori suddenly broke into a jubilant dance, relief and mischief mingling in his smile and eyes.
Cain’s eyes widen sharply as Mori messes about, his gaze catching the unmistakable glint of a red dot steady on Mori’s chest. Without hesitation, Cain launches himself forward, tackling Mori in a swift, instinct-driven move. The two tumble to the ground just as the crack of gunfire erupts above them, bullets piercing and ricocheting nearby. Mori whines softly, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. “Owwwww! Cain, you really could’ve done that softer ya know.” Mori mutters, wincing as they hit the wood floor. Cain snaps back, “Shut up.” his tone sharply hushed with focus.
In the chaos, Mori quickly assesses the situation. “Let me do my thing,” he says with a quick grin. He reaches into his coat and pulls out two knuckle dusters, then springs into action. With a determined smirk, Mori begins punching and kicking their attackers, his movements swift and precise, using his agility and combat skills to turn the tide. Meanwhile, Cain channels his darkness, summoning a thick smokescreen that envelops the area, obscuring their enemies’ vision and giving them a crucial edge in the fight. The scene erupts into a flurry of movement, chaos, and the dark promise of survival.
~16~
Mori ruthlessly pounces on one of the guards wrestling him to the ground, pinning him with a calculated grip to the chest with one hand as his other fist cocked back ready to punch. Mori raises his eyebrows, a devilishly toothy smiling occupying his face while asking a question. "Their threat level?” Cain narrows his eyes and nods, voice steady. "That's the Draven estate guard. Light work by my standards."
Without hesitation, Mori punches the guard in the face dragging him upward and using the guard as a human shield rushing him forward, then tossing him into a cluster of approaching enemies. The impact sends the other estate guards stumbling back. Mori swiftly moves in tandem with Cain—striking, dodging, and dispatching more guards. Cain unleashes his darkness ability, tendrils of shadow lashing out to incapacitate foes, complementing Mori’s brutal efficiency.
Cain watches Mori closely, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion flickering across his face as he thinks to himself. “This guy's movements are too swift, too precise—like he’s gliding rather than actually running. His strength appears superhuman. Even his leaps and pounces are so high and seamless they seem to push off invisible air currents! Granted if what he said earlier was true he must have great training. But a spinning mid air roundhouse kick like that!? That’s impossible for a normal human without any genetic anomalies in their system to pull off. Im sure of it!”. Cain’s eyes narrow as he observes Mori vault, slide, and flip over guards with effortless grace, as if he’s pushing off the very air itself at times.
The gunfire and assault subsides as Mori and Cain make quick work of the estate guards and escape toward Mori’s boat, the Laughing Scoundrel. The boat bobbing gently in the water. They climb aboard, the tension easing slightly as they sail off and they settle into the dimly lit cabin.
Cain leans against the railing, eyeing Mori with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue. "I know you’re not normal," he says quietly.
Mori chuckles, leaning back with a careless shrug. "Yeah, I figured you’d catch on. I'm a bit crazy. You could even say "psychotic" at times"
Cain shoots him a sharp look. "You know im talking about your mutation, not your obvious mental state. There’s something more going on with you."
Mori grins, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Well, maybe. But it only seems that way because I eat my meat and my veggies." His tone is teasing as he flexes his muscles and kisses his biceps, but Cain remains unconvinced.
Cain crosses his arms, unimpressed. "Don’t try to distract me with jokes. I see through it. Whatever you are, it’s not normal—and I want to know what you’re hiding." Cain said with sheer firmness.
Mori’s grin widens, the glint of mischief never fading. "Guess you’ll just have to stick around! Once you get to know me you'll find I’m really an open book. Even when I try to lie it doesn't even fully come out right. I’m not hiding anything from you, Cain. I promise." He winks playfully, his tone light and teasing, but there’s an underlying sincerity in his words.
~17~
Time has quietly slipped by, and both Mori and Cain have finally found a moment of respite during the past couple days at sea. Mori, ever inventive, is seated comfortably, attaching a handful of gummy worms to a makeshift fishing rod, the bright colors contrasting with the subdued surroundings. The gummy worms sway gently with each movement, a playful yet strategic choice for bait. Nearby, Cain wears the bone necklace Mori gifted him—its subtle ivory shimmer catching the light, a symbol of their bond and shared purpose.
They sit at the bow, exchanging conversation and plotting their next moves. Mori leans back, eyes thoughtful, then breaks the silence. "We need to move carefully, but we can't afford to stay still for long in certain places," he says. Cain nods in approval, relaxing while listening intently.
Mori then updates him on recent developments: "Solar needs to be broken out soon. He's been expecting us ever since I made contact with him months prior. Now he's just waiting for the signal for when it’s time for him to depart from the Nexus" Mori said, focused as he twirled his dreads and looked emptily out at sea holding his fishing rod.
Cain's brow furrows. "And the Casino Shakedown? What's the plan there?"
Mori, still caught in a foggy trance, carefully adjusts his fishing rod, his voice steady yet tinged with intensity. "That's waaaay after cowboy but I'm excited too, right when all four of us come together as one unit of unforeseen force. We strike hard at the heart of their operations—disrupt, deceive, manipulate, outthink, and toy with them at every turn. We won't let those dopes control their piece of Sin City much longer. They're sitting in our territory, occupying our space, and it's time we take control—by any means necessary."
Cain gazes at the necklace, then back at Mori. "Alright. Let's make it happen, seems easy enough." Cain said with a cocky disposition, his voice steady and confident.
The two share a determined glance, ready to move forward with their plans, the quiet hum of anticipation lingering in the air.
Mori says, "Before anything else, the first order of business is to prep and bulk up the offensive and defensive capabilities of the safehouse—my bunker." Cain raises an eyebrow, prompting Mori to explain, "I'm sure you want a safe place to sleep at night that doesn't have us breathing in asbestos every evening." Cain smirks and responds, "I don’t need to sleep, or eat for that matter. The choice to do so is entirely up to me, I'm self-sustaining." Mori nods thoughtfully, then pokes out his lip in mock jealousy, placing a hand on his chest. "Aww, I'm jealous I wish I could photosynthesize within darkness and light.," he teases with a grin, clearly impressed and amused by Cain's resilience.
~18~
Mori meticulously lays out a comprehensive plan to stakeout and infiltrate Chitin Towers, aiming to both gather intelligence and conduct discrete theft to bolster the bunker’s defenses and gather tools for the breakout. Utilizing his advanced computer gauntlet, which serves as an interactive planning board and holographic projector, Mori maps out job details and points of interest with precision.
He compiles a prioritized shopping list of essential items: state-of-the-art genetic anomaly containment collar, weapons, tools, cutting-edge biometric security systems schematics, any interesting data files, and blueprints of Chitin’s ongoing projects and resources—especially those related to their latest technological advancements.
Mori studies the swirling darkness with a keen gaze and interest wishing he had a pen and paper. "Can you do anything else with that darkness that might help us?" he asks Cain.
Cain, relaxed, lay on his back with his hands under his head, soaking in the sunlight. "Yeah," he replies casually. He stands up straight and lowers his head, and as he does, his body begins to shimmer, vibrate, and shift—colors swirling across his form. Within moments, he has transformed into an exact double of Mori, mirroring every detail—the same clothing, the same stance—with one clear visual exception.
"That's a really neat trick," Mori says, clapping respectfully. "But your eyes still give you away. Think you can change those too?"
Cain winces slightly, a hint of frustration flickering across his face. "Ehhh," he sighs lightly. "It's still a work in progress. I can morph into other people, take on certain shapes, and even create body doubles of myself."
He lowers his head once more, his jaw clenching slightly as his fist tightens with a tense, almost trembling grip. Shadows swirl ominously around him, curling like living tendrils of darkness. Without warning, two more Mori duplicates materialize silently behind him, their presence adding an eerie multiplicity to the scene. Cain glances upward, a hint of sheepishness flickering across his face, as if caught in a moment of vulnerability.
"But, as you can see," he says softly, his voice tinged with poorly concealed frustration, "the problem with the eyes still remains." Mori’s voice, sharp and unwavering, cuts through the heavy silence like a blade, commanding attention. He gestures deliberately, emphasizing that even Cain's voice retains its own unique tone, refusing to be manipulated or altered, and does not adopt Mori’s tone or mannerisms. The tension thickens, the unspoken challenge lingering in the air.
“Hmph”, Mori said respectfully. "It's not bad—I like it, and I'm far beyond impressed. Keep working on that mutation of yours. It's good. No, it's super good really." He applauded softly and paused thoughtfully before continuing. "I read somewhere that you have to embrace the mutation—accept it fully and be who you are. It's a simple mind-over-matter concept. The idea is that evolving or mutating your genetic makeup is as easy as training yourself or willing it into existence, rather than just waiting for your genes to naturally morph and upgrade themselves." He chuckled softly. "It was a good read, if you ask me. But, of course, it's just a theory." Mori added with a shrug, scratching his head thoughtfully.
Mori designates Cain as the operation’s leader, trusting his exceptional stealth skills and mutation proficiency to navigate the high-security environment undetected. However, Mori also intended to secretly test Cain’s abilities further, having observed his fights and sneaking prowess firsthand. This covert evaluation helps Mori gauge Cain’s true potential and reliability, ensuring that the operation remains under tight control and gives Mori ways to take notes and further help Cain if necessary.
With the plan crafted, Mori readies to execute the stakeout as soon as they reach land. Confident in Cain’s exceptional talents, Mori believes his partner’s skills will be instrumental in acquiring the crucial intelligence and equipment needed. This operation promises to provide Mori’s bunker with a substantial strategic advantage.
~19~
Cain and Mori, expertly disguised as curious tourists, navigating the bustling corridors of the Chitin Towers exhibit with ease. Mori’s eyes sparkled with authentic fascination as he paused frequently, marveling at the breathtaking bionic displays with genuine appreciation. His gaze flickered with keen interest, subtly noting every detail. Casually, he engaged with scientists and fellow visitors, exchanging light flirtations and subtle conversations that served as perfect cover. Mori skillfully manipulated perceptions by mis-remembering definitions, mispronouncing technical terms, feigning ignorance, and subtly extracting valuable intelligence on Chitin’s latest innovations within their groundbreaking projects.
Dressed in a “Science Rocks” baseball cap and black sunglasses, Mori appeared to be just another enthusiastic science enthusiast soaking in the wonders of the exhibit. His casual demeanor and easy smile masked his true intent. Cain, meanwhile, blended effortlessly into the background with a nonchalant attitude, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, alert and ready to act at a moment’s notice. Together, they embodied the perfect facade of innocence and curiosity, their layered disguises concealing a covert operation beneath the veneer of casual exploration. As they moved through the exhibit, every step and exchange was carefully calculated, ensuring their mission remained undetected while they sourced the intel they needed.
Meanwhile, Cain, ever the stealthy operative, subtly slips away from the main tour without even Mori’s knowledge. Moving with calculated purpose behind the scenes, he navigates through restricted access corridors and high-security zones, seamlessly blending into the shadows. His sanguine eyes meticulously scan every surface and lab—searching for valuable intel such as blueprints, classified project files, or any piece of information that could grant him and Mori a crucial advantage. Remaining vigilant, he expertly avoids security cameras and patrolling guards, his movements silent and precise. Every step brings him closer to uncovering the hidden secrets concealed within the seemingly impenetrable, high-tech walls of Chitin Towers, driven by a relentless pursuit of knowledge and opportunity.
~20~
Back on the tour, Mori passes by the cheerful Chitin robot mascot boy standing prominently in the great hall, repeating the company’s slogan of “Chitin Technologies: Innovating the Future with Precision, Power, and Possibility” in multiple languages with a friendly, robotic grin. As a charming information kiosk, he offers visitors details about the exhibits, effortlessly switching between English, Mandarin, Spanish, and more, engaging guests with programmed enthusiasm.
The robot boy appears remarkably human at first glance, but upon closer inspection, subtle details reveal his true nature. Around his eyes, along his legs, arms, hands, and feet, you can see fine slits that break the surface—proving to not be mere human skin, but a hardened polymer mesh crafted to resemble and mimic human skin with astonishing realism. He wears a vibrant short-sleeved red shirt, featuring a small pocket on the right side, paired with crisp blue shorts that expose his sleek, mechanical legs. Completing his look are bright green shoes, adding a splash of color to his ensemble and hinting at his playful, youthful spirit.
Mori approaches the sleek robot with a curious smile and engages it in conversation. “Hey there,” he asks, “what’s your name?”
The robot’s eyes synchronize and glow softly with a blue hue as it responds with a hint of pride, “My name is Meta-Volt-Prime, but you can call me MVP for short!”
Mori chuckles, amused by the robot’s confident reply. “Wow, MVP—you 're a little young for biomolecular engineering and photon particles wouldn’t you say?” he teases, a playful grin spreading across his face.
The robot's sensors seem to brighten as it picks up on Mori’s humor. With a gentle tone, it replies, “Although I am only seven human years old, my programming grants me wisdom and experience far beyond my age. For example I am aware that a photon is an elementary particle that is a quantum of the electromagnetic field, including electromagnetic radiation such as light and radio waves, and the force carrier for the electromagnetic force. Photons are massless particles that can move no faster than the speed of light measured in vacuum. ”
~21~
Impressed by the robot boy’s response, Mori nods approvingly. “Keep up the good work, MVP,” he says warmly.
Overjoyed by the compliment, the robot boy closes his eyes, and a wide, radiant smile blooms across his face. His cheeks flush a soft, rosy red, betraying a hint of bashfulness. “Thank you!” he cheers, his voice brimming with genuine gratitude and a touch of shy excitement. The warmth in his tone makes it clear how well the scientists created his personality module and programming.
Mori claps his gloved hands together enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling with admiration. “Wow, you truly are a scientific wonder, you know that?” he says with a broad grin. “My name is John.” Mori’s gloved hand shoots out confidently toward MVP, inviting a handshake.
MVP tilts his head, eyes wide with innocent curiosity, then reaches out to grasp Mori’s hand. The handshake lingers for a moment longer than usual, a silent exchange of mutual respect. Mori gently places his other gloved hand on MVP’s shoulder, smiling warmly. “It’s been really nice to meet you,” he says sincerely. “You’ve got excellent people skills for someone so young and a robot.”
Blushing even further, the robot boy stammers, “Thank you, John.” before instinctively reverting to his usual programming—standing still, composed, and quietly observing as Mori begins to turn away. With a final glance at the Great Hall of Chitin Towers, MVP stands silently, a faint, seemingly contented smile lingering on his face, waiting for his next tourist encounter.
Behind the scenes Cain senses the right device, quietly approaching a nearby computer terminal in a restricted area. With talented precision, he inserts a USB drive and quickly uploads a backdoor access point into the system. The digital infiltration is seamless—giving Mori covert access to the tower’s advanced technology and secure databases without raising suspicion.
~22~
As night falls, Cain and Mori regroup in a discreet alley behind the towers. Their getaway plan is simple yet effective: an old ice cream truck, painted with a faded clown logo and parked unobtrusively, awaits them. They ready themselves to infiltrate Chitin towers. Inserting their ear pieces and going over what to get through their investigations during the stakeout.
Cain and Mori stealthily infiltrated Chitin Tower under the cover of night, their mission clear: to acquire crucial weapons, advanced gadgets, supplies, sensitive data, and detailed blueprints. Mori, leveraging his hacking expertise, had previously infiltrated the tower’s systems during their stakeout and disabled the security systems and cameras, giving them a seemingly unobstructed path as they split up and reconvene later. However, as Mori delved deeper into the digital shadows, an unsettling sense tugged at him—something wasn’t quite right. Despite the apparent silence of the system, a faint anomaly lingered beneath the surface, hinting at unseen protections or perhaps a trap.
Undeterred, they pressed forward into the labs of Chitin Tower. Cain moved cautiously, eyes scanning for patrols or unexpected obstacles. Mori, meanwhile, meticulously extracted the genetic anomaly collar, tools, detailed blueprints as well as high-priority schematics of the facility’s most sensitive projects and experiments—and pocketed strange, bioelectrical plates that pulsed with an odd, unnatural energy. His camera clicked softly as he captured images of different schematics, trying to piece together their purpose and equations for later use.
~23~
In a shadowed corner of the clandestine lab, Mori’s gaze was drawn to a prototype of computerized goggles—sleek, cutting-edge, and unlike anything he’d encountered before. The device pulsed softly with an almost hypnotic hum, resonating with untapped potential—possibly a revolutionary leap in augmented reality or a neural interface he thought. Intrigued, he reached out and carefully lifted it, feeling the cool, smooth surface beneath his fingertips. As he examined it more closely, his mind drifted to a haunting story: a young girl who had once been bright and hopeful, but had fallen into darkness after a series of grotesque murders at her high school science fair. Rumors whispered of her involvement in experimental tech gone awry—a tragic tale of innocence corrupted by forbidden innovation. Mori’s curiosity deepened, knowing that this device might hold the key to unlocking new scientific innovations.
As they pressed further Mori and Cain reconvened into the shadowy bionic laboratory, an unsettling certainty took hold of Mori: they had stumbled into a veritable nest of secrets and lurking dangers. Mori methodically cycled through the security cameras until he reached the great hall, his brow furrowing with each feed. An unshakable feeling gnawed at him—Chitin Tower was far more than a mere laboratory and museum exhibition; it was a clandestine hub of forbidden knowledge, a threshold to truths potentially best left undiscovered.
Grappling with the complex security systems, Mori had dedicated nearly half the day to gaining control and understanding their intricate interface. Every click and command felt like a gamble, yet persistence paid off as he gradually deciphered the alien technology. His eyes widened in disbelief as he finally turned to Cain, who stood silent and unaware before him. Mori’s face flushed with tension, his voice a hushed, urgent whisper: “DONT…MOVE.”
The chitin robot mascot MVP lurked. A living breathing sentinel. An autonomous, sentient robot guard that patrolled the premises under the cover of night. Unlike standard security systems, it operates independently, unlinked from the main network, making its presence unpredictable, something Mori’s senses tried warning him about. Its protective consciousness was a hidden development, a rogue program that remained dormant until now.
Due to Mori's interference, which compromised the Chitin Tower Systems, the robot mascot was unable to send out any external alerts or communicate its discoveries of intrusion. Its sensors, however, remained active, allowing it to detect intruders with advanced thermal imaging technology. In a stealthy and ominous manner, MVP silently creeps up behind Cain and Mori, its eyes glowing with a cold, deadly precision.
~24~
Suddenly, it launches a fierce attack at Mori, its movements swift and relentless, driven by a programmed instinct to protect the tower at all costs. The confrontation escalates as the sentient guardian challenges both the intruders, revealing a terrifying new level of security—one that is alive, aware, and willing to fight to defend its domain.
Cain’s eyes flare with a sinister glow as he unleashes his darkness powers, tendrils of shadow curling and twisting through the air. With a violent surge, he reaches out, tendrils snaking toward MVP to ensnare him. MVP, however, is no stranger to danger—his powerful rocket booster feet ignite, propelling him backward with a thunderous burst of velocity, breaking free from Cain’s shadowy grip.
Seizing the moment, Mori swiftly discards the stolen bag of goods to the side, some of the contents scattering across the ground. Without hesitation, he slips on the computerized goggles, their lenses flickering to life as they scan the battlefield, revealing weak points and tactical insights on the scattered scientific goods in Mori’s view.
Cain, undeterred, presses the attack, unleashing a barrage of shadowy strikes aimed at MVP. Despite MVP’s formidable strength and agility, the tide begins to turn as Cain’s darkness encroaches, sapping his opponent’s stamina and focus. MVP’s movements slow slightly, as Cain’s relentless assault pushes him toward the edge of defeat. The fight intensifies, with each combatant pushing their limits in a clash of raw power and dark mysticism.
~25~
Cain's darkness shards rained forward in a flurry, each strike nearly overwhelming MVP as shadows twisted around him, threatening to consume the lab. The relentless assault forced MVP to retreat slightly, revealing the hidden machinery beneath his sleek innocent child exterior. His face and body now exposed glimpses of the robotic exo-skeleton—torn circuits, shimmering motherboards, and intricate circuitry pulsing with residual energy.
As Cain prepared another devastating attack, MVP activated his Null Program Level 2, a surge of energy coursing through him. His form shifted dramatically: one arm transformed into a roaring lightning cannon, crackling with raw electrical power, while his other arm morphed into a sleek, deadly sword. With a burst from his rocket boots, MVP charged directly at Cain, intent on ending the confrontation.
Cain unleashed a barrage of darkness shards, spiraling through the air in a deadly flurry—one missed, slicing past MVP’s approach. Seizing the moment, MVP fired his electricity ball cannon, aiming true and striking Cain squarely, causing him to stumble and collapse onto the ground.
Flying through the air and quickly closing the distance, MVP rushed to Cain. Cain's face etched with concern as he tried standing up ready to attack once more. MVP relentlessly darted towards Cain, Mori tackled MVP from the side, gripping him tightly in a hold that restrained him from moving further. The battle’s intensity left everyone on edge, the clash of technology and darkness pushing the limits of their resilience.
Mori’s last-minute reflexes proved invaluable, saving Cain’s life just as Cain had previously done for Mori at Enterrado. MVP, desperate to escape, activated his rocket boosters and launched himself through the air, attempting to shake Mori off sporadically. Mori laughed wildly, his eyes blazing with psychotic intensity through the computerized goggles, shouting, "This ain't my first rough ride kid! YEEEEHAAAAAWWWW!" His manic grin only fueled the chaos as he clung tightly with fervent determination.
~26~
Despite MVP’s frantic maneuvers, Mori’s precision and instinct made all efforts futile. With a burst of incredible strength, Mori tore through MVP’s defenses, showcasing a stunning display of combat prowess. Mid-air, Mori’s entire elbow plunged deep into MVP’s chest cavity, disabling the menacing Chitin robot and rendering it lifelessly inert. The battlefield fell silent, the tension broken only by heavy breathing as Mori’s victory was unmistakably secured.
Mori sprinted over to Cain, concern etched across his face as he checked to see if the robot attack had left Cain worse for wear. Cain, standing tall and unwavering, chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
"That was a fun fight," he said, holding his stomach looking up towards Mori with a grin, a hint of adrenaline still lingering in his voice.
Their eyes met in a moment of mutual understanding, and Mori extended his hand. Cain grasped it firmly, pulling himself to his feet, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Thanks for the rescue," Cain said sincerely.
Mori nodded, patting Cain on the back reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's on the house," he replied with a smirk looking over at Cain, as he swiftly gathered the stolen goods. With their supplies secure, they made a swift escape, weaving through the perilous, maze-like corridors of the facility.
They finally burst out into the open night air, reaching the safety of Mori’s trusty ice cream truck. Clutching the stolen items tightly, they sped off into the night, heading toward Mori’s bunker where they could regroup and plan their next move.
~27~