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A disheveled Hispanic man appears on screen, his face is covered in cuts and bruises. Streaks of magenta-tinted, crimson blood crisscross his face. One of his eyes is nearly swollen shut. After staring at the camera for a few moments, he breaks out into a coughing fit, ejecting globs of blood, mucus, and saliva from his mouth. He then clears his throat and speaks.
"Ch-Chonkers... This is probably my end. I challenged a foe that was too powerful... a-and well, it's pretty obvious that I lost."
Yonkers pauses, and then breaks out in a fit of hysteric laughter, his eyes tinged with lunacy. His laughter soon transforms into another coughing fit, with more spittle and blood launching from his mouth. Yonkers' face returns to neutrality just as quickly as it left that state.
"Chonkers... You are free to choose your own path. Whether you leave and find your own destiny, or continue down this accursed road... is all up to you."
A look of genuine regret, perhaps for the first time in his life, makes itself present on Yonkers' face.
"Maybe... Maybe I made the wrong choice on that night... The night tainted by caramel rain..."
The purple light shining upon Yonkers begins to intensify, rapidly reaching a blinding luminosity. And soon after, the recording ends.
