Rain poured to the grounds of Dusk City, the alleyways painted in liquid. Rats crawled through the muck of the desolate region, all manner of scum crawling into the streets of Dusk City to do their business.
And in the deepest, darkest parts of the city...
...
"Engen..."
A man walked into a dark, cold room, a flickering light keeping the room alight. It was empty, devoid of any obvious furniture or anything to brighten the mood. It was akin to a... solitary confinement chamber, cut off from the outside world and any other form of contact.
"I agreed to bring them here because I thought I'd get something out of this. Now, I know you'd never lie to me, but..."
"Quiet, Mujin. They'll come."
With him, stood another. He hid in the darkness, outside of sight, but he domineered over the air... His voice made the space around him tremble, and caused the man that stood before him to shudder, the power seeping into his veins. The man, seemingly named Mujin, shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets, a sly grin plastered across the dull man's face. He breathed out.
The two men, clouded in mystery, awaited their partners.
"You sure they'll come, Engen...?"
"They'll come."
"You said that already, but..."
"I told you to wait, Mujin... No villain worth a damn would pass up a job this profitable. Just have faith."
"Faith in what...?"
"Faith in villainy."
"Having faith in a villain...? Great idea..."
And they continued to wait.
"Mind giving me a briefing on them...?"
"You doubt to much, Mujin..."
"I at least deserve a briefing..."
"....."
"Come on, Engen. A briefing. I need info on who I'm working with."
"...."
"...Please?"
"...Fine."
"Great!"
"...."
"...Mind starting?"
"...Alarak Tal'tharim. A fighter. Previously a rich kid, but kicked out of her household after murdering a servant at the age of 5. Currently a mercenary. Her Soul Edge is called Psionic. Its effects aren't publically known."
"Sounds hard to deal with. Next?"
"..."
"...Next??"
"Michael. I don't know her past. Her Soul Edge is unknown."
"Wish you had more info, but, what can you do...? Next."
"Cato Hyatt. His past is irrelevant. His Soul Edge is unknown."
"....Amazing briefings."
"You wanted information."
"This isn't information..."
"You want it or not?"
"...Fine. Next."
"Zack Johns. Known to the public as the "Painter Master". A first-rate villain, with a versatile Soul Edge that allows him to distort reality."
"Reality Distortion...? Heh. Intriguing."
"It's powerful. It's why I hired him. But it's not all-powerful."
"Obviously. Next?"
"Kiara Merlo. An unknown past, with a pathetically weak Soul Edge. But she has potential. She can grow, if put to work."
"You've always had an eye for potential, haven't you, Engen...? Heh... Next?"
"Antony Collins. Another first-rate Villain. His powers are devastating, uncontrollable, but strong when tempered. He'll be useful for some muscle."
"Is that so...? I'll keep an eye on him, then. Next?"
"Mimic. Once again, a first-rate Villain. Digging up info on him his hard, though. He's never gone public with his skills, and the Hero Association has no file on him."
"He's discreet, then?"
"Very. I didn't have time to do anymore digging."
"It'll be interesting to meet him, then... Next?"
"Finally, a woman known as Tooha. Not a lot of info on her to begin with."
"Haaaa... Well, it's a fine enough briefing. I know what to expect... somewhat, then. I guess we just need to wait, then..."
Mujin crossed his arms, staring at the door as his teeth collided with his lower lip, a shudder running through his body.
"Don't get to excited, Mujin..."
"Oh, I won't... I just... wonder. Wonder who'd join us in this Hell..."
And as such, they waited for the new arrivals...
