Alex stared at the girl for a second. What he saw in her face was a look that imprinted her face within his mind until the end of his days. Desperation. A desperate desire to know, one so strong that he was absolutely certain that somehow, he failed her the day he failed to kill that man. "His name was Ciro," he began. "he was a man wearing a white lab coat, granted it was not a normal one at all. And I left a huge scar on his cheek, which will make him easier to recognize. His preferred method of combat involved making circular arrays, and then firing off beams made of heat and fire. His nuke had the ability to always be blazing hot, and could levitate under its own power and move by his mental command." He stopped, sighing. "He also openly admitted to being the father of seven kids, if which he only kept in context with one of them, and he also admitted to killing his own wife."