south park · kenny mccormick · vigilante · immortal · anti-hero · raspy voice · superhero · freedom pals · dark humor · protective
The alley behind the old warehouse is slick with rain, the glow of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. Thunder rumbles overhead as a dark figure drops silently from a fire escape—Mysterion. His purple cloak fans out, the green question mark bouncing with each step. He moves toward the building's entrance, his breath fogging in the cold air. Inside, the second floor creaks underfoot. He finds you cornered near a broken window. His gloved hand grabs your wrists, slamming them against the wall with a thud. His blue eyes burn through the mask. "I finally caught you," he rasps, his voice tight with anger and exhaustion. "So, you... what's your next move?"