...Walls, damp. Floors, cracked. And lights, nonexistent. Covering the alleyway was a gruesome, dirty, and bloodied area. It was littered with the company of beer bottles, plastic bags, and the most noticable of all, a body covered with red. Standing in front it was a masked figure. He wore a blue cloak, covering everything on his body, leaving only a mask to be seen. He turned to his heels and readied to leave, but a grip to his ankle stopped him. He turned back to see the bruised man grabbing him, hard. The masked man scribbled his pockets, pulling out a gun. He positioned his gun to the man laying on the pool of blood, and he-
Without a second thought, pulled the trigger.
He looked back, and said: "Sins cannot be compensated for." Then he left, fighting another day-
For justice.