(Lighter flickers on) "It's almost harvest time" Malkell sits backs letting a big cloud form.

Sitting in a apartment that's not too well lit overlooking the city.

"I can only hope I don't overload myself with how many emotions will be flying around." He gets up and walks towards the window and opens it up.

"Therapy." He screams and all of a sudden waves and waves of emotions starting to pour over him.He collapse to the ground laughing and crying not even sure of what he was feeling and slowly feeling his sanity slip away.

"Sessions over." He gasps out in between laughs.

"I don't have much control over it yet and I only did the third floor." He ponders away trying to think of how to absorb people's emotions without in turn driving himself insane.

"Maybe if I compartmentalize them it would work better, ugh I need to get this figured out before the exam or else my plan may fail."

Malkell never liked what Heros stood for nor did he like the false sense of security they give people, all they do is put off what's wrong and sit around waiting to be saved. To him that's just a sad way to live.

Phone starts to ring in the other room.

"You finally finished the gloves." Malkell says into the phone.

"Of course Mr.Yorokobi just look by your bed." Says the voice.

He walks to his bedroom and sees the box on the ground and a evil smile crosses his face as he knew that tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day.