Shipyard
As John wandered about, a man with crazy blond hair and a black eye patch was drinking, high above a crane. He had a red and blue Hawaiian shirt and beige shorts. His hands showed bruises and cuts that have long been healed, turned into artifacts of victory.
"The hell is that?" The man with the eye patch looked down to find John looking like he has a stick up his butt. "Who's that fool?"
"HEY!" The man shouted from the crane top. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Virtual City
"Welcome to Virtualis Mundi."
Behind Renamon, a man sat on a bench, reading a book. The man had red hair down to his shoulders, along with glowing green seeds hovering around him like will-o-wisps. He wore a sharp black cape with even sharper white tuxedo underneath, as well as black suede shoes.
Desert
To the north of Nera's location, a temple-like ruin with a giant obelisk stood alone, with a man with long green hair and a golden visor-like mask standing on top of the obelisk, looking over the desert like it was his and his alone... which sadly was. He had an oversized white robe and an even more oversized ego, exposed by his grin that reflected the sun's ray and shone like a small star.
"This world is mine to command." The masked man grinned at the sight of Nera wandering about. "No weakling is going to stop me."

