Tobias stared at the business card, lying on his bed. There was no work today as some equipment was in need of repair, so Tobias had the day to think. He came to this city to help people with his gifts, but there were so many professional Heroes, with costumes and manpower, who were more powerful than him. There were villains who were more powerful than him. And there were people who were neither in a strict sense, like those he had seen yesterday, who were more powerful than him. He wanted to protect the little people from the damage of the big fights, and he'd been trying to, but there were so many others here who found out first, and could do more to help. Was he really qualified to be here on this mission? It wasn't as if he had a real home to go back to, or that many close friends he missed. He could just stay here, put more focus on this job, and just try to live a good life...

He picked up the opened letter that had arrived today, that had strangely addressed to him;

"To Tobias,

You won't know who I am, and I don't really know who you are. But I observed your fight with one of the thieves who robbed the Museum yesterday. I want to talk to you in private about your potential. Meet me at the following address."

The rest of the letter was just an address for what the internet stated was a standalone office building in the industrial park, or possibly a warehouse. No business registered, but it wasn't abandoned or derelict. Tobias decided to bite the bullet and call the number on the business card. The mysterious Demon from yesterday might be able to shed some light on what was happening and what he should do. But the number was answered from a woman who stated that the owner was out on business and to try again later. So Tobias decided to head there and check it out. He had no other plans, and his curiosity was burning.

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Opening the door to the foyer, Tobias saw that it appeared to be an insurance company, but for for volcano victims? This was fishy. That was obviously a front of some kind. The receptionist was an exasperated, out-of-breath, red-faced man in casual business attire. Upon seeing Tobias, he squinted at him, checked a clipboard on his desk, and peered back at Tobias, before his eyes finally lit up.

"Ah, you're the German one! Tobias! Yes, please enter the door on your left."

A door mechanically slid open on Tobias' left, leading to a descending staircase. Tobias opened his mouth, but deciding against questioning it. This was either some Superhero thing or a Supervillain thing. Either way he probably shouldn't stray too far from the beaten path. He nodded his thanks, smiled and waved farewell at Greg as he stuffed his hands into his tracksuit pockets and headed down the stairs.

The room at the bottom was dark, but the lights turned on when entered, and immediately a lot of machines suddenly whirred to life. The door back up shut behind him, and before he could truly register what was going on, his body was moving to dodge kunai that had been fired directly at him. He rolled back to his feet and started running as more machines started firing at him. Supervillains, then. This was a trap. To kill him. Most likely related to those blue men he fought. What had he gotten himself involved with?!

The kunai machines thankfully had long intervals between firing, and they weren't aiming at him as much as firing kunais in random directions while spinning. But there were a lot of machines. He was trying to let his instincts take over. His sharp eyes caught any that might be coming towards him from the front. His hearing picked up the whistle they made from behind him as they sailed through the air. Tobias knew, any ordinary person without his powers would be dead by now, and even he was having a lot of lucky near misses. There was no exit to this room that he had the concentration to spare to locate, but if he stayed here much longer, he'd either get unlucky or get tired. And then he was dead.

That's when he saw it. An air vent, high up on the wall, almost at roof level. He diverted his course to sprint to it, and with a leap, started scurrying up the wall. The adrenaline, superhuman strength, and sheer will to live was making up for the lack of purchase by *making* purchase on the smooth concrete. When he reached the grate, he grabbed it and yanked it down with his full body weight, ripping the screw plugs from their holes, and quickly scampered inside. He was now crawling up the building's air vents.