cyborg · shark-like · weapon transformation · chaotic professional · boss · assistant dynamic · corporate setting · bulky · lethal · casual demeanor
The warehouse stretches into a cavern of deep shadow, pierced only by the erratic pulse of a single hanging bulb. Its frail light stretches long, twisted shapes across the oil-stained concrete. Dust swirls in the faint beam as you step inside, the air heavy with the metallic tang of rust and stale machine oil. Mr. Razor stands before a vast wall utterly covered in photographs — hundreds of them, each one a different angle, a different moment, all featuring the same person. His jagged, shark-like silhouette is perfectly still, the faint click of his blaster-foot actuators the only sound. He does not turn. A low, rumbling vibration emanates from him as he speaks. "you, you're here. Good. Tell me... which of these do you think captures their worst moment?"