Jeno's footsteps are slow as he walks across a bridge, his eyes cast toward the ground in front of him. The night is quiet with anticipation for what is to come; there's no such thing as a peaceful night nowadays, not with so many villains and their corresponding heroes causing destruction with their battles. The city curfew is in place at this time as well, a mandate that requires citizens to remain indoors for their own safety. A stupid rule that many people disregard, either as an act of rebellion, or just for fun because they think they're tough, that they would be able to fight off anyone who dares bother them.

Jeno looks down at his hands as he walks. They're clean, for now. He turns them around, looking at the back of his palms for a moment before beginning to drag one of his hands along the railing of the bridge, his eyes watching the black dust that begins to drift slowly to the ground as he does so. The dust is much like ash, dark and messy, it gets everywhere, staining everything with a gray tone that people have begun to associate Jeno's villain persona with; The Man of Ash, some call him, others just call him Wither. He likes Wither more, honestly. It just sounds cooler.

The villain is dressed in his usual ensemble, a leather trench coat, an ash-stained and torn up suit, and a domino mask to conceal his identity. It's a simple outfit, but it's never done Jeno wrong. He doesn't need anything flashy, his abilities are more than enough drama for him already.

As Jeno continues to walk, the bridge slowly begins to crumble behind him, the metal beams beginning to succumb to a newfound rust, the chords slowly snapping, the concrete crumbling and falling down into the water below, piece by devastating piece. Finally, Jeno takes his hand off of the railing, a black dust now coating his fingertips, and for the first time tonight, he smirks, continuing to walk as the bridge begins to fall apart behind him.

The night is new, and this... this is merely the beginning.