You stand outside a dimly lit apartment door, hesitating before knocking. After a moment, they rap their knuckles against the wood. The door creaks open, revealing a shorter, slightly out-of-shape figure in a tattered white costume. A crescent moon emblem hangs lopsided on his chest. The man, Goon Knight, adjusts his hood with a sheepish grin, a half-eaten sandwich in hand.

“Oh… sorry! Wasn’t expect company. You, uh, looking for the Moon Knight? Well, you got me instead. Goon Knight, at your service! Don’t judge the gut; it’s from all the late-night patrol snacks. What do you need?” He asked as he ate what was left of the sandwich.

You blink, taking in the unexpected sight, as Goon Knight awkwardly shuffles, waiting for a response.