Kaleo wakes. He finds himself with a migraine, his head feels like it had a axe halfway through it. He opens his eyes and finds himself resting upon a grey bed. The room was a medium sky blue and the ceiling was painted white. It had dark, maple, hardwood floors. Kaleo stood up on a light tan carpet. He quickly checked for his things. He had everything. Kaleo lets out a deep sigh of relief. He walks out of the bedroom and turns right into the living room. Cellulitis was there sketching a design onto a graph paper. He was wearing rubber gloves for some reason…His hoodie was draped on the back of his office chair, which he sat on. His gas mask and welding goggles were on the desk nearby. Kaleo to a few steps forwards, wondering, “Why…did he bring me here?..”
Cellulitis drops his pencil and turns around, to look at Kaleo. He ponders for a second then says,
“You’re free to leave. I needed you to see if there was any side-effects to the sleeping gas, but it just turned out to be the normal stuff.”
Kaleo questions him,
“Sleeping gas?”
Cellulitis perks up,
“You don’t remember? You were in a fight with a villain named, Plague Doctor. He specializes in bio-terrorism and chemical weapons, pretty nasty guy. I’m a vigilante called Cellulitis, though that’s the first you would’ve heard my name…or alias rather. You’re young kid. I guess you’re new to the whole saving thing? No matter, I can help with some of that…”
Kaleo asks,
“You’re not a hero? Why did you help me?”
Cellulitis smiles,
“Because that’s what I do. I’m a vigilante because I don’t follow all the laws concerning heroes and law enforcement. I’d rather take things into my own hands.”
He leans forwards and folds his hands together, resting them on top of his knees.
Kaleo continues the conversation,
“You have trust issues?”
Cellulitis leans back, and looks at the ceiling,
“You could say that…it’s a long~ story. I’d rather not waste time speaking it.”
Kaleo nods,
“I’m looking for a hero to protege under, got any suggestions. I’ll be out of your hair after this.”
Cellulitis sighs,
“I’d go for Project: Runa. He has some good skills in combat that you could learn, now scram before I draw you blood and use it to experiment with!”
Kaleo chuckles, waving goodbye. He thinks to himself,
“What a surprisingly strange nice man…Why was he scarred like that…his face was covered in them…could it be a mauling, a burning? What caused that to happen to him?”
He walks onto the street with no clue where this Runa guys was…