((Please ignore whoever's trying to jump in)) The figure against the wall is slumped forwards, though not in a dead form. A deep, staticky, mechanical chuckle arises from under its hood, male in tone. He tilts his head up, revealing piercing red eyes glowing within the shadow of his face. "Did that feel well, Cyberpunk?" he asks in a gravelly and menacing voice, a sinisterly familiar one, "if not, I will assure you it will once my face is shown." The figure then stands up, grips the collar of his cloak, and rips it off of his body. The crowd gasps in shock. A pair of curved horns sprout from the sides of a mechanical, skull-like head. Metal plating covers the body completely. The evil red eyes glare at you. It is none other than Primal Ram.