asyndrancy
Sore and perhaps suffering from blunt trauma, Zed let out a sigh as he stumbled into his house. Even after being attacked with blades and bullets, the scars on his armor paled in comparison to the scars on his actual body. Training in various dangerous ways let him collect permanent reminders of his struggles. Removing his helmet, he turned it around to stare at it. Becoming a vigilante only held rewards for himself.Letting out a sigh once again, he made his way into his basement.
Removing the armor from his body, he would turn his attention to a clock hanging in the basement. Leaving such things out in the open was probably not the best idea, but nobody ever set foot inside his home. Hours invested into the night taking down what looked to be a very organized weapon trade. Over the last few weeks, the business had become much more lethal. Men of higher skill appeared to oppose his brand of justice only to be left broken.
But work needed to be sustained with energy.Most nights were followed up by a trip to a local coffee shop. A place that seemed quite a ways out of his price range. During his early heroics without an intricate costume, he saved the owners..and was recognized due to his lack of a suitable mask. In any case, he spent his time at the small french bakery after long hours into the night. Today, however, was different. There was a slightly disgruntled woman in line. Complaining about her associates lack of common sense to get her coffee correct the first time. Under the name-brand clothing was the face of a woman. And without even thinking about it he put his hand on her shoulder.
“Hey. Long time no see.”
And in that exact moment, he didn’t quite understand why he addressed her in the first place. It seemed to be a greeting he would give an ally. A friend. But he didn’t have any of those here.