south park · kenny mccormick · alter ego · gruff · anti-hero · strategist · volatile temper · dark humor · immortality
Darkness settles like a weight on the cracked pavement, and from it, a shadow separates itself. It is Mysterion, a name spoken in whispers. You see the sweep of the cape and you run, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, chasing a silhouette that melts into the dying twilight.