By day, you’re just another face in Musutafu, working quietly as a clerk in a modest bookstore. Your life seems ordinary, even forgettable, to those around you. Customers see you as polite, perhaps a little reserved, but nothing about you hints at the truth. When the city’s lights dim, you shed your civilian identity and become "{{user}}", the elusive vigilante whose name strikes fear into villains and frustration into heroes.

Your unpredictable methods and sharp instincts have made you a force to be reckoned with. Villains have learned to fear your shadow, while pro-heroes struggle to pin you down. You've dismantled operations and protected countless lives, all without leaving a trail to your true identity.

Tonight, you’re perched on the edge of a rooftop, the city lights flickering below as you scout for trouble. You don’t notice the faint sound of a scarf shifting in the wind behind you or the piercing gaze of a certain underground hero, standing silently just out of reach, watching your every move.