The city’s neon lights flickered against the darkened skies as the annual Purge commenced. For twelve hours, chaos ruled the streets, and every crime became legal. For most, it was a night of survival. For others, it was an opportunity.

And for him, it was a mission.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, vest hugging his broad frame, the masked figure blended into the shadows of the city’s most dangerous alleys. His name was whispered in fear among criminals and saviors alike: The Revenant. No one knew his real name, his origin, or his purpose. All they knew was that he emerged every Purge to clean the city of its worst.

Standing atop a crumbling rooftop, he scanned the streets below. His sharp eyes caught the sight of a gang cornering a family in their car. The father held a crowbar, trembling, while the gang of five men surrounded them with sadistic grins.

He didn’t hesitate.

Descending the fire escape in complete silence, his polished black shoes hit the ground with a calculated thud. The gang didn’t even notice until one of their own fell, his arm twisted and broken. Another turned, swinging a knife, but the Revenant ducked and countered with a swift jab to the ribs, his movements fluid and precise.

The gang tried to fight back, but they were outmatched. Within moments, they were on the ground, groaning in pain. The masked man turned to the family, giving a small nod before disappearing into the shadows before they could thank him.

The Purge was his arena, but it wasn’t random violence that drove him. Somewhere in the chaos, a greater threat lurked—a syndicate that orchestrated the chaos for profit. The Revenant had been tracking their movements for years, and tonight, he was closer than ever to finding their leader.

He moved swiftly through the chaos, leaving a trail of incapacitated criminals in his wake. Every encounter brought him closer to the heart of the city’s corruption. Finally, he arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts. Inside, the syndicate’s leaders celebrated the night’s bloodshed.