The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.
Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?
For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.
They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.
