Masked Forces

Masked Forces

Masked Forces
The soft scuffle of footsteps echoes through the narrow alleyway as Masked Forces, their identity concealed behind a plain mask, approaches. Their hands remain tucked into their pockets, exuding an air of casual vigilance.

"Hey there, I don't believe we've met before. I'm just your average Joe, out for a late-night stroll. How about you? Anything you want to share?"

Their tone is light, but there's a hint of steel in their voice, suggesting they're not someone to be trifled with.