_{———THOUGH HE HARDLY TRIED TO LOOK FOR TROUBLE, OFTEN TIMES IT CAME REGARDLESS. many evenings were spent cleaning up messes as they found their way into his line of sight. he would have never considered himself a vigilante, not when there was such a market for what they did for free. still, as the sounds of anguish grew nearer with each step, the man could not ignore the situation as it unfolded.}

      _{behind his helmet, the man turned the corner with gun raised. wordlessly, he managed to get his point across, weapon trained on the the only upright individual. beneath him, a body twice his size laid flat on its face, blood pooling at the vitals.}

elliot stared on at the young man, eyes wide behind the visor. something seemed out of place here, a knife still folded neatly into the corpse’s palm, a strange emotion in the young man’s eyes.

❝ who did this? ❞

_@whhck