Phantom walked to the door. "I will see you all tomorrow. I'm going to patrol the city for the rest of the night, so if any of you are also patrolling you may run into me. Goodbye." And with that, he walks out the door, disappearing into the shadows before firing his grappling hook onto a nearby roof and soaring up to it. He crouches on the edge for a moment, before pulling out his journal and writing.

[b]Phantom's Journal, October 15th, [YEAR REDACTED], Entry #3[/b]

[i]Wasn't a trap. Met four [s]vigalantes[/s] vigilantes. A young woman called Agent, a young man called Techno (who gave his real name. I refuse to call him by it.), a slightly older man called Sound [s]Effects[/s] EFX and a middle-aged man called Reaper. Reaper and I have [s]simalar[/s] similar viewpoints, though he knows how to use guns, unlike me. He left. A shame. We would've made a great team with our skills.

The others were [s]suprisingly[/s] surprisingly bearable. Nice to be around even. I didn't want to break their fingers. Hopefully it stays that way. We decided on a team name. The [s]Protecters[/s] Protectors of Treaft. Nice name. Though[s]t[/s] I would've preferred The Brigade. Enough [s]remenising[/s] reminiscing, I must get on with my patrol.[/i]

Finally, he shut the book and shoved it into his coat pocket. He then stood from his crouching position, and ran off, jumping from rooftop to rooftop in search of any crime. A few blocks from the warehouse, he heard an alarm. Robbery in progress. Might be nice to stretch his legs after sitting down for so long. He ran in the direction of the alarm, planning to make quick work of the criminals and then go back to the alley and sleep.

[b][i]One robbery-in-progress foiled and several broken bones later...[/i][/b]

Phantom left his calling card on one of the robbers. He was merciful again. Didn't kill anyone. He was getting soft. Maybe that'd help him fit into the team. Anyhow, leaving the bruised and battered robbers on the floor, Phantom walked back to his alleyway, where he usually stayed. He took off his trench coat, gloves, fedora and his face, hiding them in a hole behind a dumpster along with his grappling hook. He then scaled the fire escape onto the roof of the abandoned apartment, where he usually slept. It was cold that night, as it usually was when the seasons were transitioning from Fall to Winter. Anton pulled a thin blanket over himself after crawling into his sleeping bag. God it was cold.

After a moment, he closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep and dreaming of his new teammates. The pleasant dreams were soon invaded by [i]her[/i]. He would see her bringing a new client into her bedroom as he watched on from the living room. He would walk into her bedroom as she was half undressed with her client, and he asked for a bedtime story. She quickly turned her attention to him, smacking him and shooing him out, all the while yelling at him about how she should have had the abortion. 

She also mentioned someone... Sergei. He didn't know who that was. He wanted to know, thought most of the time he didn't ask much. He used to hear that name a lot from her. But when he asked, Mother quickly shut him up about it. Any further pestering on the topic after that was followed by a smack. That's why he didn't ask much. Soon enough, the dreams passed. They always did. He dreamt of nothing, and woke up in the morning with a foul taste in his mouth and still cold. He really needed to buy a blanket.

With a sigh, he sat up in his sleeping bag and looked around for a moment, pondering the name Sergei. He had forgotten about it until now... Who was that man? His father? An uncle? A family friend? It didn't matter now, anyhow, considering that was 16 years ago. After a moment of racking his brain over, he stood up and walked over to his little 'hygiene area', which consisted of a mirror, a comb, a toothbrush, a half-empty tube of toothpaste, and some deodorant. He brushed his teeth, put on some deodorant, and brushed the hair out of his eyes. Yep, still revolting.

It was too early to go out as Phantom. Instead, Phantom went out as Anton. He always thought that when he started, and before the 'incident', he was just Anton Petrov pretending to be Phantom. Now, he was Phantom pretending to be Anton Petrov. How the tables have turned. Anyhow, Anton went down to a diner. He needed some food. Thankfully, he managed to scrounge up enough money for it, too. A minor miracle. He ordered an apple pie and a coffee, then sat down in a booth, alone and eating and thinking. Hopefully he wouldn't be disturbed.