[color=ed1c24]The Crimson Shade[/color]

Location: Manor of Leon Leopold Rosenveldt, High-Income Housing Sub-division, Mountain City

Time: 10:04 P.M. 

	The Crimson Shade skulked backed to his abode, the estate of Leon Leopold Rosenveldt, in a trip that took hours, and had been quite interesting. Twice he got lost wondering an endless maze of twisting streets and dark corridors, tempted on his way by ghostly wisps of light. The Shade ignored them, feeling that they forebode an ill omen. To juxtapose the eerie silence of those surreal patterns, there was the distant whirling of sirens, and the not too far off rumbling of gunfire. Another bizarre occurrence was an alley way filled with cats that shot lazers out of their eyes. Crimson had not lived long in the city of the mountain, and though he had heard rumors of the dangers and absurdities that happened in the city on a daily basis, he could scarcely believe just how much of an understatement it was compared to the magnitude of that reality. Witnessing it first hand, he could appreciate the unpredictable wonders and horrors the city had to offer, or at the very least respect them. 

	The Crimson Shade sneaked into his back lawn, a garden brimming with flowers of various varieties; lilacs, lavenders, lilies, sunflowers, dandelions, violets, and of course, roses. He strolled triumphantly into his manor, like a king entering his castle after a successful hunt. The mansion itself was massive, standing three stories tall and sporting dozens of rooms, each specifically designed for a different purpose. The mansion was paid for by a combination of years of acrobatic performances in various venues across the country, and his career as a professional hit-man, the latter of which being far more lucrative. 

	Feeling comfortable within his domain, Leon decided it was time to celebrate his thrilling success at murdering his target in so flawless a manner. He put away his costume and lounged in a spacious hot tub. Atop the pool of water drifted fragrant rose petals, and the warm water mixed with the lavender bubble bath and Epsom salts. The combination of all these things helped Leon to relax and unwind after a long day’s work. After he finished bathing, he walked in front of a large mirror, stopping to gaze upon his perfect form. Leon is a vain man, having installed mirrors across his house just so he could absorb himself in his own majesty. 
	
	Leon draped himself in a robe of purple satin as he walked into his home theater, holding a bottle of old red wine in his right hand, and an elaborately bejeweled golden goblet to pour it in his left. He seated himself onto a large red soft throne chair close to the cozy warmth of a fire place as he grabbed his remote and turned on his amphitheater sized screen. He had quite enjoyed the carnage he had wrought, savoring the memory of his kill as fresh as the target’s blood. Now it was time for him to watch the chaos caused by others across the city has he turned on the local news. Leon enjoyed watching and hearing about reports of all the strange oddities and thrilling battles in Mountain City, and the free publicity it has given his work. He knew that would be a while though before people evidently found the man and report his death. Theoretically Leon could just collect the money that was owed him as per the rules of the contract, but he thought he might as well wait for the news to report on it, that way the employers would know for certain that their target was dead, and so he could show the world his beautiful visions of murder and violence. Until then, Leon was content to lounge in luxury as he enjoyed watching the crazy nights of Mountain City unfold.