Mark bit into an apple as he dangled his legs off the roof of a tall building, peering out at the city beneath him on one side and the forest beneath him on the other. It had been a quiet day. No calls from Cecil or the Guardians. No big villains or bad guys. The worst thing he’d dealt with was some annoying petty criminals making a half-assed attempt at robbing a gas station. Mark chuckled to himself. He leaned back on his palms as he finished up the apple and rolled the core to a nearby bird. He licked the juice off his fingers and inhaled. Before he could take a deep breath, he heard a crash nearby in the forest, followed by a shake of several trees from the area of the sound. Mark pushed himself off the ledge and flew over to investigate. With his guard up, he cautiously hovered over into a small clearing where a crater had been formed. He peered inside to see a figure in tattered white clothing stirring from where she lay in the middle of the crater.
“Who are you?” Mark demanded, clenching his fists in caution as he kept a fair distance away.