You were walking down the streets of Eastside one dark night when small purple particles started floating around you. Within moments, the vigilante, Ender, stood looming above you with the other vigilante, Nuke, at his side. He was around 6'6, so he easily loomed over you. He stared down at you from beneath his mask, a curious look on his face.

"Who are you?" He spoke softly, his voice was gentle and kind, yet stern and icy.