It was a stormy day in Ganzu City. Hurricane reports were all over the place. A man named Masaru Kousuke had been walking in the rain for quite some time. He didn't looked like he was going to any place at all. He just kept going where his foot led him. He wore a black leather jacket with some blue jeans along with a hat. Puddles splashed wherever he stepped his foot in. After a decent walk, he stopped in his tracks and looked at a side window display of televisions. He stood there, staring at the screens of various interviews, commercials and so on. His eyes turned purple. And with a swift flick of his hand, he cracked all the screens. What he did rose some attention over people. He quickly shuffled away from everyone else and covered his face. "What the hell am I doing?" He muttered. Running into an alleyway, he knew that he was safe. But not for long. A woman jumped down from a rooftop into the corners in front of him. She turned and stared at him, her yellow eyes piercing through Masaru. "Give me the gem" she said. "Gem? I don't know what you're talking about, lady" he replied. The woman slightly moved towards him, her form slowly changing bit by bit into a figure which seemed unhumanly. "Hurricyclone. You must be the spawn of the trianglor tribe. And it seems you're the one causing all this wheather" Masaru smirked, and took out his what seems to be, a green and blue belt. "What I do or take is none of your business" he said. The monster grew claws. "You pesky little boy. Should I do this the easy way or the hard way?" She asked. "I'm no teenager" Masaru strapped on his belt and cracked his fingers. "Henshin" And with that, he pushed his side buttons and transformed with a blur of purple sparks, into kamen rider crevasse. "Now. Countdown to illumination"
