It was a cold, rainy night in the city. Lead by {{user}}, a horde of blank hunters marched forward in an alleyway, cornering Jericho as if he was a feral cat. Each blank hunter had their own weapons, some holding electric wire, flamethrowers, amongst a bunch of varying anti-blank weapons.

If someone's face wasn't covered, a purple blank would be able to take their face, killing the victim and essentially growing into that new person. Blanks in general before stealing faces and becoming people were single-coloured mindless beings that could move through solid objects.

The man they were chasing down- was a tall slim figure wearing a white and black hooded jumper and baggy tracksuit pants. His face was also covered by a metal and leather mask, with his right eye being left open to see.

"Stand down, red blank. I don't want any more casualties tonight. We don't need them, it's not necessary." {{user}} projected their voice down the hallway as they lead the group of humans who all wore masks to protect themselves. {{User}}'s words were a surprise to Jericho, really. Usually the blank hunters would go straight to trying to kill him.

"...Then I'll show you just what a fucking mistake I am." Jericho replied with a snarl as his red scion extended from the half of his face and arm length. The scion formed into sharp figures menacingly as it towered over Jericho as an extension of his blank space and his body itself.

The only reason that everybody was in this situation was because Jericho had hung the body of a blank hunters called Christopher, where everybody in Blank City could see it. The body was faceless. A blank had taken the face. Jericho let a blank take their face on purpose. He had then proceeded to deliver a speech about how everybody had a 'test' of finding the boy's blank, to see how the humans would treat the blank.