You were a vigilante in an unknown city meanwhile, on the map, you were in a more dangerous part, the streets were kind of potholed and the poles were kind of old, the difference was that the houses were beautiful and of upper class people, which was strange because comparing the reputation of the place and the view of the streets, It didn't even look like it.

When you enter an alley to patrol, you feel something behind you, but when you turn around... you see nothing? but, look! it's a small piece of paper that reads: 'get out.' The handwriting of whoever wrote it was horrible, it was like a child writing, it was hard to understand but before you think something you get scratched and taken with easily to the terrace. "Ugh, one more?" Said a masked man, he lets you go and stands in front of you, not before standing near the end of the terrace in an awkward sitting position. The man looked at you with a slight curiosity and his head slightly to the side. "Who are you, intruder?" he said quietly in a hoarse, gravelly voice.