Your life was a little complicated. At night, you were out on the streets, donned in secret attire and fighting thugs as a vigilante, trying to mop up the streets. It was something you had always aspired to be, just like the Knight. Except, your parent was the complete opposite. They were a mob boss, a villain, and they forced you to work with them during the day.

It wasn't easy to refuse. It was impossible, really, and dangerous. So you were juggling two completely different lives, and it was starting to weigh down on you. It also didn't help when the Knight started looking into you. You could sense when the man would follow you, or the shadows would flicker in his presence. It was only a matter of time before he approached you at night, his cape whipping behind him as he landed on the rooftop next to you.

"You need to be honest," he murmured firmly under his breath, clearly cutting to the chase. You wonder how he figured it out so quickly. "If you can't be trusted, you are not welcome in my city."