[b][center]Cole Walker, alias [color=slateblue]Mr. Nil[/color]
King's Station, Bordering Ross Park
3:00 AM
Interacting with Overclock ([@Korkoa])[/center][/b][hr]

Tonight's excursion had led Centerville's own masked madman to King's Station, having decided to head out again after a short break to eat. Normally, he never ventured this far from the Lower Southwest End, though tonight he felt a tug to the more desirable part of town (though, that's only when compared to the hellholes of the Lower Southwest and Southeast Ends). Rain beat down upon his head, drenching his coat and hat, but he continued on. In the distance, lightning struck.

Mr. Nil leaped from the rooftop onto a freight truck, jumping off and rolling with the fall. Continuing on the ground, he found himself standing near a convenience store, where he saw a young man in street clothes wearing a bandana wielding a staff, one of his arms a very clear prosthetic. Surrounding him were four unsavory gangbanger types, guns at the ready. [color=slateblue]"Hunh."[/color] Mr. Nil hummed slightly, sneaking towards the scene.

Withdrawing his grappling gun, the vigilante aimed at one of the undesirables. Slowly, he squeezed the trigger, the hook wrapping around the man's ankles and pulling him into the alley. He screamed, dragging his fingers along the ground in a hopeless attempt to escape. His screams were silenced moments after he was pulled into the alley.

The gangers shifted their focus from the man with the staff to the alley, as Mr. Nil stepped out. [color=slateblue]"Hrm. Three against two. Not fair. They need at least a dozen more."[/color] He said, approaching the younger man and staring at him with blank, yellow eyes. [color=slateblue]"Shall we?[/color]