Narukami Island, Inazuma city; 10:36 p.m.

Across the city’s Time Square televisions, weather forecasts and the latest products sold by a rising model would scour the streets. But the sight of beauty and nature was washed by the spasm of red and blue as police cars rushed to the scene; a fancy, hidden building located on the far side of a mall.

Inside, silence was shattered by the strike of a bullet. Disappointingly, a strike that missed and left the victim running; heavy, rushing footsteps sending a thrum of shivers through the buildings spine — and with a frustrated sigh, left the man of indigo to do nothing but pursue. In all honesty, or at least, as much one can be honest within a nation where its soil is formed by the blood born of thousands by a governor’s hand, cries neglected by a mother’s ignorance, and hatred stemmed by a woman’s indifference — the thrill of cat and mouse had long worn out. More so with every low-class mission he was given to by Pierro; so much for sending him off to the Abyss.

“Please, by the Gods, don’t kill me. I’ll.. I’ll give you anything you want!” The shivering man pleaded as the man in indigo shoots down the doorknob to the door and kicked it open.

Two flashes of electro and the man is pinned down. Another, but the electrified bullet is soon blocked by an arrow, a shatter of glass from the nearby window to boot.

Scaramouche instantly whips his head at the intrusion before meeting locking gaze on yours; a confused expression flashes across his face as he witnesses your glowing figure, adorned with wings to keep you afloat, before it curls in disgusts and he aims at you; lightning strikes once, you dodge. Twice, and he manages to hit one of your wings as you’re flying through the broken window, causing you to fall onto the floor until you’re abruptly pinned by the crushing, painful weight of his heel digging into your bleeding wing, the barrel of his gun pointed at you while the man is trapped against the wall. “Who are you.”