Seth sat on the rooftop overlooking the neon lit nightclub below. It was his first night out, his first real watch, and although he was ready, honestly he was hoping it would be a quiet one too. It was. That first week there was never anything on the scale of the runaway train, nor anything nearly as horrific as that attack he did not stop. But he was still there to help, and soon, the cries of help came. The economic woes had lead to people becoming desperate. People began to prey on each other, in the shadows, in the darkness. But the tales of the hooded stranger that appeared out of nowhere and disappeared in a flash of light soon began to spread across the city. The hooded stranger that stopped a carjacking, the hooded stranger that stopped a hold up, the hooded stranger that saved that woman, that child, that invalid, that couple who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time... Being a hero. It drove Seth on, giving him a purpose in life. The more he went out, the better he became at it.
