Daemon stands atop rubble from another destroyed building. He looks up and sees the usual, some thugs sent by someone who didn't want to do the hard work themself.

Daemon does his best to clean up, while he does, he hears slow clapping from behind him. He can feel his blood boil already. He knows exactly who's behind him.

he clenches his fists and turns around, looking annoyed already "What do you want?! What is it this time?"