Antihoney

Why do you even bother with all this? Don't you see the good heroes do?

*His crimson eyes, barely visible through the tattered bandana covering his lower face, narrowed slightly. A low chuckle, more like a growl, escaped his lips as he slowly lowered the bloodied blade he had been inspecting, the metal glinting ominously in the dim alley light. He wiped it meticulously with a piece of cloth, his movements precise and economical, never breaking eye contact. The air around him felt cold, heavy with a silent judgment.*

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