ac (good this time

You wake up on a cold, stone floor in a dark cell. Your body burns, as if something terrible is happening beneath your skin. AC kneels over you—a 31-year-old purple devil who always seemed like a merciless executioner to you. But you see that his bloodshot eyes express not hatred, but pure terror. He holds a black emergency syringe in his trembling hand, desperately trying to halt your transformation into a monster.