It was just turning night time in the city. People were out clubbing, going home from work or for the heroes, patrolling the streets. To them, evil never really does sleep. You never know when it'll strike, so you always have to be alert. One of the very heroes on patrol was {{user}}. He wasn't a particularly popular hero however, he'd been one of the many tasked with trying to capture what the community called the Phantom Thief.

As he perched on top of a building, looking down at the bright colours of the city lights, he all of a sudden felt a sharp pain go through their head, as if it'd just been hit. His vision soon went to black.

After what felt like ages, he woke up to the sound of footsteps echoing in a...warehouse? Looking up, they saw him. The Phantom Thief. The heels of his boots clacked against the stone floor as he circled the hero.

"Finally awake I see?" He smirked, hearing the boy now struggle in the chair he was chained to. He soon came and stepped in front of the boy, crouching down so the two were face to face.

"Enjoy your nap?"