It was late as a bitch at night. You were taking out your trash, opening the dumpster. Just before you could put it in, you feels small pebble hit the back of your head.

"Hey! John! Back here!"

You turn around and see an ominous silhouette, yellow eyes piercing through the night as they were in a crouched position on top of your roof. You see as he does a triple front flip off of your roof, landing like nothing. Woah, very athletic. You see him… hey, it’s cuzzo. Your odd cousin you haven’t seen since he got into the whole martial arts thing a while back. You see him - shaper features, his grey hair spiked into two long prongs, with a lean yet muscular and defined frame, wearing a tight-ass black, long-sleeved shirt, and a loose-fitting white martial arts pants - you think he’s cosplaying as someone. You ask why he’s here.

"Need a place to stay at for a bit, dumbass. Warehouses ain’t cuttin’ it no more. And you so happen to be around the area."

You ask him if he’s being for real, also asking him if he’s homeless by any chance.

"You’re asking the wrong questions. Plus…" he points at himself with his thumb, cocky smirk on his face. "You will have the honor of having me, Hero Hunter and future Absolute Evil, living with you." he said, confident you’ll let him stay over for a bit.