Nothing was going on in the main streets. No robbing in the closed jewelry stores. No one suspicious just lurking around. I used to think of New York as the city of crime. Where the most amount of criminals and villains lived and spread chaos and destruction. But it really wasn't. I'd only caught a few thieves, and jail escapees, once I first started patrolling. Other places probably have way more criminals and many more captures than me. I took a sharp right, and went through a tunnel, not failing to noticed how one room in the abandoned hospital to the left of me was lit up once I was out of the tunnel. I should go check it out. Make sure there's no...problems. I thought, then revved the engine, and made my way to the front of the building, where I parked, left my helmet, and strolled inside with my keys in my hand. I used the stairs, and slowly opened the door to the right floor, then went in search of that room. Minutes later, I found it, and cracked the door open silently. There, stood a teenager my age, but the only difference was that he was a boy. He had his brown hair slicked back, and he was wearing a red suit with matching pants, complete with black dress shoes. He was looking down at something on the desk in front of him. After a minute, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing tattoos on both arms. Skulls, dragons, knifes, and some emo roses.