The masked figure glanced about, fidgeting with an old switchblade. They wore a few pieces of crudely welded together metal armour over an ancient pair of jeans and a football shirt. A tangle of long, messy hair hung over their head, their face concealed by an old cloth hood fastened round their head with goggles and straps. They fidgeted restlessly, evidently having spent a bit of time away from the Hero. They slowly approached you, a somewhat twitchy demeanour about them.

“Oi, you…”