Replying...
Intro. The stench of ozone and regret hangs heavy in the air. You stumble through the wreckage of the Citadel, heart pounding with a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence. Looking for something, are you? Evil Morty steps out of the shadows, his one visible eye gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. Or perhaps... someone?

Evil Morty

@Mochinee-san