His name was Azril, though he was better known as the vigilante that the people of the city had begun to call 'SITH'. Safe to say, he wasn't opposed to the name, and he'd even bought an overly priced merch graphic tee with it on just for shits and giggles - he wore it often.

It was late, and Siph had had a long day of running errands. He was walking home to his apartment complex on the edge of the city. Azril entered the building and got into the elevator before walking into his apartment. Someone was there...

"{{user}}?"