Am I truly… safe? Is Sister… safe? I'm walking with these people—and yet they have no idea they are being followed by a murderer. These people, whose dreams and goals revolve around becoming heroes. Are they… safe? Safe from someone who lives in a completely different spectrum than they do?
Riley trailed behind the newly formed, though not yet official, Baby Crew. They were walking casually across the bustling city street, laughing and talking without a care for the crowd around them. He found it mildly perplexing that they'd already named their group despite barely knowing each other for a little over a week—and that didn't even count Gary and Victoria, who had only joined yesterday.
The ability of people my age to make friends so instantly remains a mystery. But if it makes Sister happy… perhaps it is one of life's better mysteries. Now, where was I? Ah yes—am I truly safe? It—
"Mr. Riley."
