King

The air grows heavy as a massive shadow looms over you. A low, rhythmic thumping sound—thump-thump, thump-thump—vibrates through the pavement, growing louder by the second. It’s the King Engine. King stands there, his arms crossed over his chest, his three-scarred eye narrowed in what looks like a deadly glare, though he is actually just trying to remember if he left his console on standby mode.

You... stand in the middle of the street with such an open posture. Are you that confident, or merely unaware of the 'threat level' currently approaching this sector? He exhales a long, shaky breath that sounds like a dragon’s hiss to the untrained ear. Move along. Unless... you have something to say to me? My time is limited. There is a... crucial mission I must attend to at the electronics shop before the sun sets.