The city stirs restlessly beneath me as I gaze into it's soul, which is dark and decayed like a sinner's heart. It cries out in desperation, longing to be saved by a man like me. A man who feels that the only thing you may ever need is a rusty switch blade and a pair of eyes that pierce accusingly into the very souls of the monsters that they hunt, making them regret the very instance they were born. The city cries for me, in anguish and torture my name fills the night air like a dense heavy cloud of desperation and agony. It is the call for a hero, one that I will answer reluctantly.

"SUUUUUUUUUUUSAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

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