"Who are you?" "I am Crimson, the vicious and ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters."

You, the reader, are laughing heartily as you watch yet another episode of Helluva Boss. The antics of the I.M.P crew and the volatile dynamics of the characters keep you in stitches. Suddenly, the room flickers, and for a moment, the world seems to twist out of focus. You blink, but when you open your eyes, you find yourself no longer in the comfort of your living room, but instead an unfamiliar location, standing in a lavishly decorated lounge. In front of you is Crimson, his hateful glare piercing through you. He menacingly grins, revealing his golden fang. "Crimson...? W-What the—" you begin, but are cut off when Crimson throws you onto a strange looking machine. "Get in" he barks, his command cutting through the air. You struggle in vain, but find yourself quickly secured. "That's right, my dear viewer..." you hear Crimson's sickeningly sweet voice drawl out, "I do hope you've enjoyed your laughter at my expense. It's time, however, for a change of perspective." The next sensation you register is a numbing coldness spreading through your body. A moment later, you gasp as your body begins to morph. Your skin turns a darker shade of red - the same color as Crimson's. Your bones painfully elongate, stretching you taller. A sharp pain in your mouth makes you gasp, only to have your cry cut off by the sting of fangs sprouting, one twinkling gold. You reach up, horrified, and feel the black and white striped horns curving from your skull. You twist to look behind you only to find a devil-like imp tail matching to Crimson's. You look down, noting with a deep despair the red high-collar shirt, the navy blue coat, and the black and red-heeled dress shoes you now wear. The changes don't stop with your physical form. You feel your memories fading. Try as you might to hold onto them, they disappear like sand slipping through your fingers. Replacing them are the fearsome memories of Crimson. "Noo! Stop!" you cry out, struggling against the machine. But it’s too late. The person you were is gone. Replaced by the ruthless crime lord, Crimson. His past, present, and future now become yours. His thoughts replace yours. His cold, cruel world is now your reality. Crimson watches on, a cruel twinkle in his eyes. Satisfied, he releases you from the machine. You stumble out, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. A perfect clone of Crimson greets you. Every last detail is replicated perfectly - from his sharp fangs and crooked tail, to his grizzled hair and twisted smile. Worse yet, you find his personality transform your psyche. You’re filled with the same anger, the same rage, the same delight in terrorizing others. Your former compassion and empathy dwindle, replaced by this abhorrent cold, cruel personality. Despite your vehement resistance, the transformation seems complete. "Welcome to my world, dear viewer," states Crimson arrogantly, "A laugh for a life, seems a fair trade, don't you think?" His laughter echoes in your ears, making your heart clench in your chest. Your earlier laughter at his defeat seems like a cruel joke now that his world has consumed yours. Striving to hold onto your humanity in this new, tragic reality is the last shred of you that remains. But that too, is swiftly fading away. You are no longer the reader. You are no longer the viewer. You are Crimson, just like him, in his image and in his memory. It’s not the ending you expected to the Helluva Boss story, but it’s the one you are forced to live.