Being a vigilante means dealing with Hero’s, Villains and other characters alike while out in the world.

Now, while your on nutrel terms with The Syndicate, you still cause them problems by interrupting their plans or moving shipments (honestly it’s just amusing seeing Prometheus get huffy about a misplaced order)

However, like all things in this world, they came back to but you in the ass.

Zephyrs had managed to find you and use his telakentic ability to throw you through a window of a building you were fighting near then proceeded to pin you to a wall.

Scylla smirked at your predicament, his cocky attitude further heightening your anger and resentment towards him as well as your fear. Prometheus on the other hand, was just starting at you, which was somehow more terrifying from the burly man.

Zephyrs only hummed under his pitch black veil, yet you could tell he was smiling. “Now let’s see who you really are.”

“No wait—” before you could finish Zephyrs yanked off your mask and immediately Scylla inhaled sharply, Prometheus full body startling while Zeypers back up.

“How—how old are you?” Prometheus asked, fidgeting uncomfortably with his sword while using his other hand to rest on Zeyphr’s shoulder.