I walked through the streets. Trash cans were burning and blood stained the cracked sidewalks. It's been three years since the Great Riot. The city has been through hell, and all I can think about was who I would have to kill tonight. I saw a man, he was pushing a woman agianst the dirty brick wall of the old lumber store she striggled but he started to rip at her clothes. I ripped the guy away from her and punched him in the face. In a fluid motion he pulled his gun out and shoved it into my face.... But I only smiled. "C'mon buddy... Shoot me." I mocked him, grinned at him. He pulled the trigger to find the magazine was in my hand. "Dumb ass." I hit him in the skull with the magazine and loaded his gun. It was a nice gun too, silver barrel, wood grain grip. I pointed the gun in the face of the man on the ground, he coward, he saw the mask I wear, the white mask with the ink blots. He knew he should fear me. I pull the trigger and walk away. This city fears me... I've seen it's true face.