[font=serif]A green phone buzzed for a few seconds before lighting up with a generic envelope symbol. Simply put, it meant that there was a text message and given that it'd come from Sang-hyeok's burner phone there were only three possibilities: Connor, his dealer, or James. He wasn't [i]into[/i] the whole superhero versus supervillain thing the same way that everyone else in Violet City appeared to be but even he knew better than to let the two lives spill together. His hand slid from the comfort of his sheets to the ugly device and punched in the pin code before his eyebrows visibly furrowed.

[i]Reapers - Scorch[/i]

Of course it had to be those assholes from Reapers or Fifth Column or whatever the hell they wanted to call themselves this week. Of course they had to wreak havoc a mere six hours after he'd finally fallen asleep.  They couldn't have waited until evening or night time as per Sang-hyeok's alias. No they needed to interrupt his routine at the most optimal of opportunities. It was like one of them knew his daily schedule or something.

[i]Omw[/i] Sang-hyeok texted back before rolling out of his bed.

He had one copy of his psuedo-supersuit in his apartment so he decided instead of something that could blend in with the crowd while still being flexible. Fingerless gloves, cleats, and a mask were all obvious choices but when it came down to the shirt and pants he had...a tougher decision. Would he attempt maximum coverage in case of Hellfire's burns or give himself more flexibility and poison exposure? Outside of his fingers and fangs, he had no reliable way of delivering his poison[/font]

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