Noir

Noir was leaning against the wall of an alleyway. One hand on a match, the other on the box. A small flick of his fingers and the match lit.

He watched it with fascination. No matter how many times he'd done this, he always enjoyed watching the match burn. His spidey senses were quickly tipped off, however, when the faint sound of footfalls started in his direction. His head perked up, and he saw you approach.

"These streets are dangerous at night." He peered up at you.