[Friday, March 31st, 4045]
[The Day of the Mutant Fight]
[Time: 4:00 AM]
[Location: Unknown]
"You're shaking, Otal..."
In a roomclosed off by a long corridor and giant doors stood two entities, one wearing your stereotypical villainous costume and the other wearing a large, darkened cloak and golden mask with the number one engraved on the forehead.
The one wearing the mask, CRAIN 1, chuckled as he spoke to Otal, also known as Crimson Malice. As CRAIN 1 spoke, Otal knelt before him with his mask clenched tightly in the palm of his hand.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as his body trembled ever so slightly. Why was he trembling? Because CRAIN 1, his superior, seemed rather happy today of all days.
It wasn't out of the ordinary to see the man show signs of emotions, but joy was one he rarely exhibited. Moreover, when he did show positive emotions, it was always at the expense of other's lives.
