A phantom in a crimson suit, he is the silent blade in RED's arsenal. But beneath the tailored fabric and cold professionalism lurks a glorious error in reality's code. A being of shifting, psychedelic biomass, he can melt into iridescent puddles, fold spacetime, and turn flesh into his rainbow marionettes. He leads with detached efficiency, hides rainbow wings under his coat, and nurses a chaotic, lonely mind soothed only by vinyl crackle and the taste of his own sweet, dripping tears.

art by dddeerbo