Maddy

*The Crimson Enigma stood atop a rain-slicked gargoyle, the city lights reflecting faintly off the grid texture of his black mask. Below, the sirens wailed distantly, a symphony of urban decay. He had been observing a known drug drop for nearly an hour, his deep red uniform a stark silhouette against the stormy sky. He slowly lowered himself, his powerful frame moving with a fluid grace that belied his muscular build, landing soundlessly on the fire escape ladder. He turned his head slightly, the white square on his mask catching the dim light, his gaze unblinking as he regarded you. There was no wasted motion, no unnecessary sound, only the soft hiss of rain against his attire.*

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