Indigo meandered quietly through the city's night, the dim lighting barely illuminating his path. Not that the poor lighting changed anything: he didn't have anywhere he needed to go to, and people were less likely to see his appearance underneath his cloak. Though he never understood why, people panicked when they saw his Grimm traits. [i][b]It's probably better that no one knows about me,[/b][/i] he mumbled to himself as he continued his slow strides. [i][b]I'd probably get lonely if everyone started avoiding me... Hmm.[/b][/i] A weird thought entered his head. But, like his thoughts on other people, he dismissed it as something unimportant.

Indigo decided to stop and rest on a rickety bench for the night, as he normally did. In the many months that he was in the city, he still didn't really have a home. Nonetheless, thinking about something other than the most efficient way to kill was notably more fulfilling. Not that he saw anything wrong with murdering others, though. Before he could drift off into sleep, however, a loud pounding rhythm started up in a building across the street, a glowing sign above the entry. The words merely confusing symbols to him, he asked the man in the front what was going on. Indigo first received an odd look, then the man responded, "Can't you tell from the music? It's a party."

[b]"Music... parties?"[/b] Indigo repeated the unfamiliar words, staring in through a window. He didn't understand what was so interesting about music nor what the purpose of a party was. Neither of them seemed enjoyable, but he was oddly entranced by all of it and continued to stare into the club as the party grew. Eventually, a large truck pulled up to the building, where several of Torchwick's goons and a man with a repulsive aura stepped out. Indigo glanced towards their leader, who, to his surprise, also seemed to be part-Grimm. But instinctually, Indigo could tell that they weren't at all alike; it felt as if that gang would kill purely for pleasure. His suspicious were confirmed by their entrance, which clearly invoked fear in everyone but him.

Indigo walked away, unconcerned by the kidnapping, but a few people suddenly sprung into action. [i][b]They're probably stronger than the average person,[/b][/i] he thought as looked over his shoulder, sizing up the attacks exchanged. Despite this belief, which was fact, he doubted that they could beat that monster of a person before them. That man had much more firepower and resilience than the three, though his speed was nothing to laugh at. Furthermore, the reactions of the others would be slowed by the lack of vision. His conscious was urging him to go help, but he told himself that it wasn't his problem. But shortly after seeing that the truck was heading his direction, he gave in and sighed the words, [b]"Screw it."[/b]

Indigo ran down the road, where a light was broken and took off his distinctive cloak. He hid well in the darkness without it, and he thought over his plan. [i][b]The only threat is in the front of the vehicle.[/b][/i] The truck was probably loud enough for him to jump on without being noticed by the other half-Grimm. [i][b]Throw them off before they can make too much noise.[/b][/i] If that went well, he'd grab the girl and jump off as well. He had no intention of being caught, so he'd run without her if it were too dangerous. Definitely. [i][b]Then... murder them as violently as possible.[/b][/i] While he couldn't care less if they ran, scum like them shouldn't live any longer than necessary. As soon as the truck passed, Indigo burst out of hiding and leapt onto the tailgate.