No one's POV

It was almost midnight. In some alleyway in Japan, a man was standing in front of a crime scene. The place was dark, so it was a bit difficult to see everything. But what could be seen from the lights in the streets and building would be considered horrific to most people.

Several corpses were either lying on the ground or stabbed into the buildings surrounding the alleyway. Most of the bodies were either decapitated or sliced into several pieces, with their organs ripped out lying on the ground. Heads were ripped out of the bodies as limbs were sliced or ripped off and thrown to the side. A few bodies were still in one piece, but unfortunately they were impaled into the walls by metal poles that were jammed into their chests or skulls, with blood dripping off the poles and wrapped around in organs. Their blood was smeared and mixed together all over the ground and the walls, showing signs of struggle. One body was even crushed under a garbage bin.

The man sighs as he saw blood dripping into a puddle of blood off of one of the poles stabbed into a man's skull.

"We just missed them..." He mutters to himself.

The man looks to be in his late twenties, maybe even in his early thirties. He has silky smooth yet messy black hair spiked to the side. His pale skin contrasts to his black orb eyes. It was very noticeable he has major baggage under his eyes, probably from the lack of sleep over a long period of time. He wore a long, worn-out gray trench coat over a black shirt, hiding something on his waist. His coat had two belts wrapped to his upper right arm. He wore navy-blue jeans under two loose belts on his waist. He had black military boots that were covered in dirt and mud.

"Yes..." A low, deep and scratchy voice responds. "Unfortunately it seems so. This has been recent. Probably missed them by an hour."

"Tch." The man walks closer to the scene and kneels in front of the closest corpse. "If I were to guess... they attacked a small group of thugs that were robbing some unlucky drunk couple."

"How can you tell?" The voice asks as the man dips two fingers into a small puddle of blood.

"This side of the city is known for its small and petty robberies." The man lifts his fingers up to his nose and sniffs the blood. "Thugs like to rob and threaten drunk civilians that pass through alleyways since there's not a whole lot of people passing by. There's a few bars nearby that would make it easy for anyone to get drunk and wonder off to here."

"Are you sure of that? What about the pro heroes-?"

The man stands up as he wipes the blood off on his coat. "Don't bother trying to find them here. Not many come by due to how little fame they'll receive from helping a single or two drunk persons. Very few pros come by, but that doesn't happen often." He looks around his surroundings as the voice spoke up.

"I see. But something like this may have brought the attention of a pro or two."

"Most likely. Which is why we need to hurry up."

As the man finishes, he pulls something out of his pocket. It was a flashlight, which he turns on and uses it to see the area better. He focuses it mainly on the walls, searching for something. Eventually, he spots some blood smeared on the wall to his left. It wasn't ordinary blood. It was smeared all over the wall to spell out a message in bold letters.

"ł ₩₳₴ ⱧɆⱤɆ! Ⱨ₳Ⱨ₳Ⱨ₳!!!" Was all it says.

"..." The man seemed unfazed by the message.

"We were correct. They were definitely the culprits."

"Yeah..."

The man was silent, deep in his thoughts. He simply stares at the message for a bit before speaking up and changes the subject.

"It's been four years...and we still haven't caught up with them yet. Bastards."

"They're very energetic. Considering your brother has ADHD." The voice spoke up again. Plus-." The voice became silent, confusing the man. But that quickly changes. "Pro heroes are coming, Cody." It spoke quickly.

"How many?"

"Hard to say...maybe three or four."

The man grits his teeth as he puts his flashlight away. "Great..." Me mutters.

"No, this is not great. We-."

"Shut it, will ya? I was just being sarcastic. Don't-." The man was silent was he heard a few pair of footsteps running towards him.

He looks over his shoulder as he heard a feminine voice shout something: "I-its over here! Hurry!"

"Venom-."

"Copy."

Behind the man, a woman standing by the alleyway entrance points into the alleyway with a horrified expression. "Its h-here!"

A second later, three pro heroes run into the alleyway, though they didn't get too far. They all stop in their tracks as they all look at the carnage in horror and disgust. Above them was the man squatting by the edge of the roof above them, studying their reactions. The heroes were two males and a single female known by their hero names as Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, and Death Arms.

"W-What the-?!" Death Arms shout.

"Who could have done this?!" Kamui Woods shouts as he steps back in horror.

"I'm going to be sick..." Mt. Lady mumbles with her hand over her mouth as she felt like puking. She turns around as she could still smell the blood invade her nose.

As they continue, the man from above simply stares at them with empathy. "Fools..." Was all he could whisper, quiet enough to not be heard.

"I thought you said not many pros come here." The voice mocks. "Then explain-."

"I was wrong, alright?" The man whispers sharply, annoyed. "I haven't slept properly in three or four days-."

"Seven, actually."

"Quit it. Didn't ask for your opinion, damn parasite."

"Stop calling me that!" The voice yells. "I'm no parasite! I'm a-!" The voice stops yelling as it noticed its partner isn't bothering to continue arguing with it. "..."

The two were silent as they saw two out of the three pro heroes trying to ask questions to the woman who brought them to the scene. Yet the woman could barley say anything intelligible as she stares at the corpses in horror.

"...Let's go." The voice says softly, bringing the man's attention to it. "We should call here for the night. You must rest."

"Not yet." Cody whispers coldly, whilst squeezing his hands and staring sharply at the bloodbath. "They could still be-."

"I'm not saying it for your sake." The voice barks. "I'm saying it for your childrens'."

"...." The man was silent. His face softens as his grip on his hands loosen, silently saying he gives in.

"...I'll drive."

The man stands up and took a few steps back. As he did, a black material coats his boots first. It slowly wraps around his legs, then his chest, arms, and eventually his face. Eventually, he was replaced by a strange creature.

The creature turns around and leaps into the air. Once high enough, it lifts its right arm up to a building before moving its hand and a web-like material shoots out and attaches to the building. The creature pulls on the string and was reeled to the building. When close enough, it lets go of the string and stabs its claws into the building's side, preventing it from falling to the ground. The creature began to climb up the wall while leaping every so often.

Soon, it jumps onto the roof. It studies its surroundings for a bit before finding a tall yet smaller building behind it. The creature leaps to that roof before leaping to another, then another to an unknown location. It continues this for a while to avoid being seen on the streets.

End of part 1...