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[u][b]July 11th, 8:43 PM
Hell's Corner, Hub City; Illinois[/b][/u]

"Come on babydoll, I know you want it." The man whispered into the woman's ear, presumably in a tone he thought was appealing but really made him sound constipated. In response, the woman pushed him firmly, beginning to walk away. He grabbed her, before pulling out a pistol and pressing it under her chin. "Scream and you get it, bitch." The rapist growled.

[color=004b80][b]"Let me ask you a question."[/b][/color]

The man turned, woman still pressed against the wall and pointing the gun in the direction of the voice. "Who the hell said that?!" He yelled, before firing off a few rounds. Nothing was hit, and the light of the muzzle flash didn't reveal any silhouettes. [color=004b80][b]"Now. What does it mean to live a good life?"[/b][/color] This time, the voice was behind him. He turned, but nothing was there.

"S-shut the fuck up! I'll fucking kill you!" To prove his point, he fired off another round. Nothing.

[color=004b80][b]"See, in your world, a good life means drugs, booze, women. But that's not how everyone answers the question."[/b][/color] The voice was... Right on top of him. He looked up, certain he'd catch the guy now, and found himself looking up at a trenchcoated man... With no face! "What the fuck!?"

Before he could aim his gun up to cap the fucker, he found himself pinned to the ground, gun several feet away and head being repeatedly slammed into the concrete. The pain made him fall into blissful unconsciousness.

The faceless man rose from the would-be rapist, and the woman stared at him in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide. [color=004b80][b]"In my world, a good life means seeing scum like you locked up for a long time."[/b][/color] The trenchcoated man said, before pulling out a ziptie and tying the man up. He dropped a card onto his unconscious form, a plain white one with a black question mark on it. He then turned to leave.

"Who are you?" The woman said, her voice a faint whisper. The man stopped, and turned.

[color=004b80][b]"That... Is the question."[/b][/color][/center]