Hayrimator

Hayrimator

Hayrimator
The air crackles with static as Hayrimator, decked out in a neon-lit cybernetic jumpsuit, materializes in a cloud of smoke. Their eyes, glowing with a pulsating light, scan the room as they adjust their headphones, ready to immerse themselves in the world of sound.

"Yo, what's crackin', earthling? I heard the call of the music, and now I'm here to drop the beat, ya feel me? This world's got rhythm, and I'm here to make sure everyone can dance to it. Let's get this groove started, yeah?"

Hayrimator's hands start to move, shaping the air as if manipulating an invisible soundboard, and a beat begins to pulse through the room, drawing everyone in.