It was a cold day in Detroit, as per usual in this god forsaken city. Wapol woke up in his penthouse suite, stretching as he looked out the adjacent window. He laughs to himself as he gets up and stretches once again. He walked across his suite, into his well organized and pristine kitchen as he began to make himself some breakfast. He hummed a tune he knew from Evil Drum Island, a one he was quite fond of when he was a mere child. He completed making his breakfast, which was eggs, bacon and some sausage. He sat down at his finely crafted table and began eating. He laughed to himself, as his metallic mouth crunched down on some bacon. Wapol finished his meal in maybe ten minutes, which was made perfectly, since Wapol could do no wrong. He was royalty after all, even if the world forgot this. He put his dishes in the sink and got himself ready. He then grabbed a coat, leaving out his front door which he made sure to lock. 

As he walked down the hallway, he passed two men smoking in the air. He covered his mouth as he passed through the smoke which was blown inches away from his face. Disgusting morons, he thought to himself as he descended the stairs. People have no class anymore. He gets to the lobby, passing the good looking receptionist in her tight uniform. He also passed an older gentleman who was reading this morning's newspaper which talked about the Mayor and a speech he made recently. He was going to "Crack Down on Crime" yeah sure, Wapol thought to himself. Wapol knew how corrupt there mayor was and how in pocket he was to the mob. Wapol knew, being an associate of The Ligambi Crime Family: Carrara Crew. He exited out the lobby doors and put his hands in his pockets. It was beyond a chilly day today, as Wapol continued walking.

He then walked to the park, going by the statue which was in the middle. He stopped for a second to admire its craftsmanship which was impressive enough for even Wapol to acknowledge. But then Wapol saw something he was not expecting, which made him stop in place for a few seconds. Near the end of the park, was a group of red hooded individuals with red masks who were chanting. Wapol rubbed his eyes, making sure he was not hallucinating this. But no, they were no hallucinations or delusions they were as real as he was. He moved closer, curiosity getting the better of him. But when he does this, he accidentally steps on a twig and makes a lot of noise. The cultists see Wapol and Wapol scurries off, with a few beginning to pursue him through the park. Wapol ate himself through a wall, giving him some distance between the cultists. But they were still chasing him...what should he do? He thought to himself.