Rain falls from the sky, washing the blood into a nearby storm drain. A young individual in their mid twenties starres in shock at the beaten and bruised cultist, left in an alley by a blood stained dumpster in the dead of the Winter night. The job is done but...

"How did someone get to you already?" They mutter to themself...

The next morning is a beautiful Auttum day, a frail teen with brown hair and eyes, fair skin, and a black jacket sneaks out of the window of his basement bedroom. Dew drips from the blades of grass crushed beneath his tennis shoes, a figure near identical save for his wild unkempt hair and red eyes follows behind, the grass unmoved by his presence.

The young man holds a phone, with texts about a ritual at sunrise. He clenches it in his fist.

The figure behind him twitches, grinning madly as he runs circle around the calmer young man, "So we gonna ice these guys or not?"

"We-" the young man replies before correcting himself, "I don't kill."

"Oh come on I've been telling you to ice these scumbag since day one Richard!" The wild figure reminds, "It's not hard! Grab the head and twist! It's just like opening a really large soda!"

"And I've told you since day one to read the room!" The young man retorts bitterly, "We're- I'm a bad person sure but dammit I am better than them! That's the point!"

Tuning the wild figure out, Richard takes out his phone and puts on a newscast, the reporter stating, "In other news, the vigilante Purity has struck once more, striking a blow against an alleged cultist late last night with the signs of his attack and reports from the victim of a man in a white hockey mask. Authorities suspect Purity may be expanding his attacks from child abusers but experts argue this does not fit the psychology of his crimes. Investigations into child abuse risks of alleged cultists have been opened to find a connection and hopefully deduce Purity's next target."

"Let's grab some coffee at least," the wild figure requests, "I'm getting a headache. We didn't sleep."

Richard nods in agreement but reminds, "We're broke I didn't ask Lily for cash."

"We steal a two dollar bottle of coffee," The wild figure laughs, "With all we've done for this town that's a fair price."

Richard shakes his head, "It's still wrong but I'm in a rush."

Richard dives into a small cafe, where the person of the alley stands at the counter on their phone. Richard pulls his hood over his face and walks quickly to the counter.

"What'll it be?" The person inquires.

"Black coffee," Richard replies.

The person nods and turns around to make the coffee and in a flash, like a bolt of lightning, Richard swipes a bottle of premade iced coffee from a beverage fridge and dashes out. The person looks up at the sound of the door being slammed open to see him dashing down the street.

"That little shit!" The person exclaims, "Barry! We got a shop lifter! I'm gonna try to get a photo of his face!"

Barry replies from in a back room, "I'm still on break Ace I- and they're gone!"

Ace exits the store with a leap, one with inhuman speed. Like a rabbit running for its life, they hop down the street to persue the young man, who turns a corner into an alley. When Ace follows...

Richard is gone without a trace. Confused, Ace looks around, walking slowly, sensing that they're being watched.

Richard looks at the time on his phone from a fire escape above, he counts down under his breath, "Well they're a problem but we don't have time. Three... two... one..."

A green dumpster is pushed aside revealing a secret tunnel, from which two men in rabbit masks emerge.

Ace quickly reaches for something in their back pocket, prepared to defend themself, only to hear a cry from above. Someone in a white hockey mask and a black jacket leaps down with a broken glass bottle of iced coffee, stabbing the first man in the chest, incapacitating him instantly before turning on the second. He speaks in a raspy, mechanical voice, as if a voice modifier is distorting his words to match the hatred in his heart, "Impure scum! Where is your God now!?!"

"The rabbit shall bring us all the joy we deserve," the man chuckles, "You are a fool to not worship her."

Ace stands back, hiding behind a dumpster, having not been noticed by the cultists due to them being suddenly assaulted by the masked man.

They recognize the mask, having seen it on the news.

"What's Purity doing here?" They mutter to themself.

The wild figure laughs from above, declaring despite no one but Richard seeming to hear him, "Alright Purity! Cleanse these fuckers!"

The cultist inquires, "What do you want with us anyways?"

"You know damn well why you must be purified," Richard growls.

"It was worth a try," The cultist sighs before drawing a knife from his pocket and leaping at Richard, whom dodges, hunched over and rapid.

Richard's fighting style is like that of a rabid hound, him striking right at the man's side with the broken bottle, sending blood splattering onto the wall of the alleyway before kicking off the wall to knee him in the spine. The cultist is knock on his face in a deep puddle. Richard presses his foot on the man's head, drowning and crushing him as he demands, "You're gonna tell me what I wanna know or you're gonna drown in two inches of water! Savvy?"

Richard removes his foot, the cultist instantly jumping to strike for the teen's neck. Richard laughs madly as he narrowly avoids it, moving his body with unhinged abandon before slinging his arm at the man's mask, shattering it to reveal a creepy middle aged man with blading blonde hair and green eyes.

"That's the best your cult can muster?" Richard laughs hysterically, "Fine then!"

Richard slams the man's head into the wall, drawing blood, "Talk!"

The man says nothing, spitting in Richard's face.

Richard stabs him twice in the stomach with the broken bottle, screaming, "Talk you worthless impure fuck!"

"Cut off an arm," the unhinged figure suggests, "Show we aren't playing around."

Richard stabs the cultist in the arm, pushing the bottle deeper and deeper in as the cultist cries in pain. Ace decides that this has gone far enough, that this goes beyond vigilante justice and is just plain torture.

"Wait!" Ace demands revealing themself. Richard turns to face them, the cultist laughing hysterically with joy for some unknown reason when Ace appears.

"I have no quarrel with the pure," Richard explains.

"You can't just torture these guys even if they are bad," Ace explains, "Let him go."

"I have a job to do," Richard explains, "Walk away pure one."

Ace grips what appears to be some sort of wand, a yellow scepter with a rabbit's head at the end, with yellow rose petals under the head as a form of decoration.

"Oh so you're one of them?" Richard inquires, "Then you know where the next meeting is."

"What no I-" Ace protests, but Richard has already kicked the cultist in the head and knocked him out before turning on Ace, "Tell me where they are! You impure fucker!"