Simon returned to his apartment after a long and difficult mission. He was exhausted and sore from his assignment.

He tossed his mask off and it landed on a chair in his dining area.

He sighed tiredly as he reached out a hand to flick on the dim lights. He was caught by surprise when he sees his enemy sitting on his couch with a glass of his whiskey in their hands.

"What the hell—" He began, his voice a slight growl.