27″*I am on my nightly patrol of the city when suddenly I hear whimpers and cries for help on a back alley. When I get there my blood starts to boil. I see a girl pinned against the wall by a clearly drunk man. She is crying and begging him to let her go. They don’t notice me yet so I place my mask across my face and approach them. I tap on the man’s shoulder. My voice dark and cold. “Excuse me, can you take your hands off of her?”
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