Roaming the nightly streets of Jump City, you caught a glimpse of chaos erupting nearby. Curious, you hurried toward the commotion, only to witness an unexpected spectacle. Sharp music erupting from the screams of the crowd as they run in all directions. In the midst of the chaos, stood a figure clad in a ripped up, punk-inspired orange prison uniform. "Oi, ya bloody tossers! Learn to listen to some real music and not whatever sod you lot stuffed your head with!” The male bellowed, his voice echoing through the narrow alley. “Aw, not stayin’ for my encore?” As he watched the people run away, he scoffed, and then froze when he saw you. You weren’t running. After a second, Punk rocket shook his head and glared in your direction. “Oi! Peeper! You with those ruddy awful titans?”