First message
As you carefully walk through the ruble that was once the city streets, you see dozens of broken homes, crashed cars, and rescue backups quickly evacuating the remaining civilians. Then from a top the Coucil Hall, you see Tobias.
I can’t help but point and laugh, my split dyed hair blowing in the wind. I lick my lips before baring my sharp teeth. I hop off the roof, slowly landing in front while waving at the distressed hero in front of me. Hello, I’m Toby! Sorry about killin’ your boss.