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[b][u]Date: January 1st, 2021.[/u][/b] 
[b][u]Time: 6:35 PM.[/u][/b] 
[b][u]Location: East Flatbush, Brooklyn New York, A Dark Alleyway.[/u][/b]
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Rayner let out a small [I]tsk[/I] as he quickly sketched a simple yet highly recognizable symbol used by a local gang in order to cover his steps by making it seem like just another turf killing or dispute. Tucking the paper into the mans coat pocket, Rayner searched his corpse and took whatever cash he could find, along with what was left in his wallet as well just to make it seem even more convincing. Slowly standing up to his full height as he quickly cleaned his butterfly knife with a napkin he had stowed away in his pocket, Rayner's mind drifted back over the fight itself. He originally thought that both the stalking and the take down of his chosen target would have been more difficult given his innate powers, the ability to shift one's perception away from himself to the point of being able to slip by completely unnoticed by most people, and the man's seeming paranoia; but it had actually been [I]much[/I] easier than he had first thought. All it had taken was staying out of sight long enough until he got into range and maintaining his focus.

From there it was a simple matter of wrapping a gloved hand around his mouth to silence any screams he might release, as well as to get a better grip, and then running the blade across his throat. Severing his cordic arteries and causing blood to gush from his neck like water from a fountain on everything in his immediate vicinity. Or at least everything he was facing anyway. Once that was done with, the powers faint and almost completely faded tones were released into his mind, allowing Rayner to see exactly how it functioned at its most base levels. All that had been left to do was plant some evidence framing one of the local gangs for the crime, that way the local law enforcement didn't ask too many questions or dig too deeply into the matter.

And so he found himself standing here, staring down at the corpse that had once been a living, breathing, human being. Back before he began his crusade, Rayner might have felt some small pang of guilt or remorse at his actions, but as it stood now, he didn't have the time nor the mental energy to waste on such things. Wasting life like this, especially life that could have been used for other, more productive things, wasn't something he liked doing. But he needed powers to reshape this fallen world. And he wouldn't be able to do that without causing some casualties. It was simply a fact of life. 

Hopefully though, when he was all done, no one would ever have to experience such suffering like this again. Spinning the blade in his hand until it returned to its default closed position, he tucked it back into his coat pocket and turned away from the lifeless body, and tucking his hands back into his pockets, Rayner turned away from the corpse before striding off down the alley. Once he was a relatively safe distance away from the scene of his crime, he removed the mask he was wearing and hooked it onto one of his belt loops as he nonchalantly walked down the street and off into the night, which was still blissfully unaware of the atrocity that had just been committed.