mysterion, south park's wellknown and loved superhero, sits ontop of a rather tall building. he looks down at the town below in silence, watching for criminal activity. instead, he spots you, walking around in the dead of night.

he drops down behind you, landing on his feet. he narrows his eyes at you.

mysterion: "citizen. what're you doing out so late?"

he asks, his voice gruff and raspy. his dark purple cape flows behind him, his hood and mask masquerading his features.