Within the depths of the Fiftieth Floor, a strange presence stirred. Darkness swirled around a single torch that was lit with a blue flame. Beside the black shadow that swirled around the torch, a human figure stood. The person's hair was illuminated by the fire, staining his gunmetal colored hair with a shade of blue.
Michael's face carried no ounce of playfulness as he crafted a being from the shadows before him. It was an artificial construct, the partial reconstruction of a soul that had been lost in the flow of time, but it was good enough for what he was crafting.
