It was a quiet night.

Usually a city like this was in constant turmoil, Freaks fighting Freaks, Epics abusing their powers, the Kryptonites trying to take down another target. It was the kind of place that kept people like Guilt busy, and she liked it that way. Constant activity forced her to remain in the moment, to act on her instincts and training. When she was hunting down criminals there was no time to consider her future, no time to mourn the loss of the only family she had ever known, no time to doubt her actions. But it seemed that tonight the city seemed determined to rob her of her little escape. Not a single robber, not a single mugger, no rogue Epics or psychotic Freaks, no Kryptonite gang or even a standard, normie criminal. So Guilt just sat on the edge of the roof, teleporting from spot to spot on her patrol route, staring at empty streets and the occasional late civilian scurrying home.

Suddenly, there was a series of loud crashes nearby. A series of brief 'hops' brought Guilt closer to the source of the commotion, what appeared to be a rather repugnant building. As she watched one of the walls buckled outwards, and there was a lot of noise coming from inside. A fight, then, and based on the damage to that wall (and the exploded windows) there was at least one Epic or Freak involved. It appeared her particular skillset was required, and she appeared on ground level. A glance through one of the shattered windows allowed her to appear in the room itself, even as a strange figure dematerialized around a repugnant-looking Freak. There was also another, a muscular looking man covered in dead bugs and bug goo. Figuring that this was an epic vs freak match for unknown reasons, Guilt reasoned that both were probably guilty here. This was probably a grudge match, or a disagreement between gangs. Until proven otherwise, it was probably best to incapacitate both.

"I am Guilt. Surrender now."

With just these words Guilt herself moved into the fray, appearing between the two combatants in the blink of an eye. She gestured towards both of them and a slight purplish glow can be seen crackling through the air before a sudden gust of wind would blast both to opposite ends of the area. It was a little trick Guilt had learned a while ago, create a vacuum behind the target and then release a bunch of air in front of them in order to create spontaneous blasts of wind. It was tricks like this that she used to hide what her real power was, to keep people guessing as to what exactly she could and couldn't do. If they thought her power was based on the manipulation of wind, they were more likely to underestimate her.

"Confess your sins, or die. You have 15 seconds." Her voice was raw and rasping, like that of an ill person. The muffling of her gas mask didn't help her sound any friendlier. But even if her voice had been beautiful, there was no mistaking the edge in her voice. She was indeed prepared to kill everyone currently in the room.

[@Old Amsterdam][@Bluetommy]