Anonymous stopped ruining when Mist teleported over to him. He leaned in the edge of the roof and chuckled at his comment. "Everybody needs their look." replied, before smirking behind his mask. "How ya been Mist?" He asked. It had been not [I]too[/I] long before they had crossed paths before this, maybe a day or a few. He decided to take it his pistol as a crow flew by. He shot it through the heart. Good target practice.