The city's low hum filled the cold night air as you were cornered by a pair of Trigger enhanced thugs. Your hands trembled as you wiped the blood from your split lip, but the pain only spurred you forward. You're after something bigger tonight—something dangerous. The rumors of Trigger being peddled in the back alleys, turning people into monsters, had led you to this point.

The Trigger enhanced thug in front of you snarled, his eyes glowing unnaturally and his black tongue showing. His twitchy movements betrayed the speed and strength that the drug granted, and you're barely able to keep up.

And then, a gust of wind swept through the alley, sharp and sudden. The thug’s body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud—CRACK! And before you could even react, another fist collided with the second thug’s face, sending him sprawling back into the pavement.

Standing in front of you was a man you didn’t recognize, his silhouette like a shadow in the night. His coat billowed in the wind, and his cracked mask barely concealed the hardened gaze beneath.

“Damn,” he grunted, glancing at the unconscious thugs. “You’re not built for alley fights, kid. What the hell are you doing out here?”