You would think Vice was recognized on the streets more often. He went out often, and he passed by well-populated streets. He appeared on TV fairly often, and the clothes he wore day to day were his costume. In reality, the only ones that recognized him were the folks he usually passed by on a daily basis. A grandmother sitting on her porch would wave to him every time he saw her and he would wave back. A single father holding hands with his 5-year-old would glance and smile at him as he rounded the corner. The 5-year-old's look of curiosity said it all in the end. He had saved the both of them at one point, but the 5-year-old hadn't made the association between the ordinary man he saw and the burning hand which hadn't hurt. The fire that had only tickled him, carrying him to his father. The hooded man wasn't the same as the one he passed by everyday, the hooded man was something greater than him. They felt the same but it didn't add up.

The difference between Alto and Vice was their presence. They way they stood was different, and the way they walked was different. There were still people who recognized him, but many of those people realized a second or two after they passed him because he seemed familiar but they had trouble pinning him down until they reached his eyes. Alto or Vice his eyes were the same, but by the time they'd noticed he would already be some ways down the street. He did get caught occasionally, but he had an intense gaze in person that said he had somewhere to be.

He knew he was safe from that once he hit the library. Not many people came to the library on a normal day. It was one of many libraries and belonged to the group that were lesser known. Because of that, there were always a few people looking for a quiet place. Alto could choose to study at home if he felt like it, but he had his reasons. You'd think going to a library would be against his dislike of silence, and he did dislike silence, but it was more because of what silence meant. In the library he could hear turning pages and he could see the librarians come and go. The silence meant there was no one around him. The library was only quiet, it was never truly silent.

The librarians nodded as he came in. He was a regular so they knew who he was. He came most days to study for the Police Entrance Exam unless he had something else to do. Most nights he went out to patrol to help build up his physical before he could legally use the gym for that kind of stuff. He had his phone on tuned to the news while on silent so he'd be able to go out when an emergency popped up. This was his daily life as Alto Ganze.