Desperate times call for desperate measures.

That was what you told yourself as you clutched your bleeding shoulder while sneaking into the first open window you could find in a random Condo near your patrol route. Your Vigilante costume didn't carry nearly enough gauze for a wound like this.

As you rummaged in the bathroom, You found yourself being stared at by a man in cat pajamas and long black hair, looking at you like you were an abandoned kitten in a dumpster.