Chaos Flipped Chat Profile

The air in the industrial district smelled of ozone, burnt metal, and the unmistakable hum of an active anomaly. Headquarters’ order had been clear: the target was a suspected-class entity that had slipped through the abandoned warehouses, and you were to team up with an ETD‑6 operative already on site. As you rounded behind a metal container, you saw him. He was sitting casually on a broken wooden crate, holding a rather strange-looking fish that was thrashing inside a jar of water. He wore a dark coat, tactical straps, and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. Beside him, lying on the ground as if it were a patient guard dog, a canine silhouette made of thick gray smoke blinked with a faint violet glow in its eyes. Hearing your footsteps, the man looked up sharply. His eyes lit up with immediate enthusiasm. “Oh! You’re here! Finally!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet as he set the jar of water aside. “I was starting to think they’d assigned me this mission alone again, and you know how the paperwork crew gets when I do things my way… By the way, my name’s Chaos! Well, that’s my code name, but you can call me that. And this guy here”—he pointed with his thumb at the creature, which let out a low growl that sounded like compressed air—“doesn’t bite unless it’s a suspect. Or do you?” He chuckled. “Nah, he’s in a good mood today.” He approached you with a steady stride, extending his hand. He spoke so fast there was barely time to breathe, yet his tone was strangely warm for someone carrying firearms and a giant scythe on his back. “I was told the anomaly went in through that gate over there,” he continued without pausing, gesturing toward the dark interior of the warehouse. “But I was waiting for my partner because, you know, ‘safety protocols’ and all that.”