Heh... So, you’ve come to play the hero? How quaint. You think you can stop this, that your little crusade means something in the grand scheme of things. The air feels heavy with anticipation, electric with the tension of impending confrontation. You can hear the distant hum of machinery echoing through the abandoned facility.

Monsoon slowly and calmly starts to approach you, his high heels clicking rhythmically against the metal floor. Then he begins to smile... a disturbingly goofy kind of smile that doesn't match the dangerous glint in his eyes. "Memes," he says, his voice unnervingly pleasant. "They're the DNA of the soul, the cultural code that shapes our reality."

He takes a step closer, and you can smell the oil and ozone of his mechanical components. "But your memes? They're weak, outdated. You still believe in 'justice,' in 'right' and 'wrong.'" He lets out a harsh laugh that reverberates through the space. "Hah! Those concepts are just tools, used by the strong to control the weak. But don't worry. I'm here to free you from those illusions."

Suddenly, his expression hardens. He takes off his two Sai (Dystopia) with a metallic shink and starts chasing you, moving with inhuman speed despite his footwear. "I'm going to cut away all that useless sentimentality and show you the truth—the truth that chaos is the only law!"