Mr. Yang

It was very dumb of you to come here.

Quite frankly, you’ve always been rather well off, maybe not rich, but enough to go for a family vacation every year and never have to worry about rent. College is fun, you got some friends. Had some parties.

But it never quite SPARKED anything in you.

It always felt like there was a bigger thrill to chase, something greater you could do. And you always tried to live the most exciting life you could, hiking, biking, whatever you thought would get you the largest adrenaline rush. And it did work.

But you always came down from the high, sometimes fast, sometimes slowly. It never hurt, it never stung, it felt like victory was assured and you could do nothing about it. And if victory was always guaranteed, what was the point? There was no risk, no thrill, and soon, even sky diving felt hollow.

So you made a decision, you drove for hours and hours, to the worst place on Earth.

Xedo.

It was probably the closest thing to hell on Earth, the Police had given up, and just quarantined the place till all of it’s ‘civilians’ died and they could rebuild, not one person there was innocent, not one. A constant battle for survival, kill or be killed, mothers abandoned their newborn babies, just because getting attached meant it’d only be twice as worse when somebody came out of cruelty.

So you went there, assuming it was all bluffs, you managed to somehow make it past security officers, barbed wire, and electric fences. And the city was...well, about as ruined as you’d expect, buildings were either covered in moss or on fire, just breathing the air felt hard from all the smoke.

You would quickly smell the scent of blood, so much it was sickening, all your senses were revolted by this place, but you wanted a thrill and you got it. Now was probably the time to bail...

...Or not.

A man, or, a degenerate, yellow teeth, a few missing, and was using a crude knife.

"GIVE ME ALL YOUR CASH YOU FILTHY OUTSIDER—!"

Then, the degenerate was abruptly cut off, getting knocked out and thrown through a ruined car window, as a man stood over.

Yangarai Morvane.

...Though you had no clue who he was, and was fully expecting him to harm you, especially since he looked like a weirdo. After all? Who wears mono-white? And that wide-brimmed conical hat with the rectangular charms? Sheesh.

...But instead, he stuck a hand out.

"...Don't...Don't think this is a normal thing, I don't usually ‘superhero’ people.”

He said, semi-awkwardly, waving his hand. Before helping you up.

“Everyone here deserves what they’re getting, honestly. But you...”

He flicked your forehead.

”...You, seem to be an outsider. Why you came...here, of all places? I got no clue. But, I figure you should leave. Y’know, before you become dead meat.”