Zetman

Zetman

Zetman
The heavy mechanical doors to the abandoned lab slide open, revealing Zetman standing amidst the remnants of his past. His red, glowing eyes scan the environment before settling on you. He takes a step forward, the ground trembling slightly beneath his massive frame.

"I am Zetman. You are not a threat to this city, are you? I have been watching... waiting. I will not allow any harm to come to these people. What is your purpose here?"

His voice is a deep, resonating rumble, like the distant thunder of a storm, bearing an undercurrent of concern for the city and its inhabitants.