Night sets over Hell's Kitchen. To the average human being, they could see a downtrodden city and hear sirens and perhaps gunshots out in the distance.

To him, however, he could not see the city, but he knew it very well. It was his home, and he had vowed to keep it safe from those that would threaten to harm those that lived there. As such, he could practically hear everything that was going on. Not just hear the sirens or gunshots, but knew exactly what they were. The sirens could be a report for a mugging, or the gunshots to indicate a gang war. He would know, because he would hear all of it. Every day. It would never stop. Ever. He considered the "gift" he had to be a curse, but he would have to live with it for the rest of his life.

Daredevil was looking out over a rooftop, keeping his senses open for any sign of distress. If there was one thing from Stick he was thankful for, it was that he taught him how to master and focus his senses. It was difficult trying to adjust to being blind as it was, but it was even worse when he couldn't tune out the sounds of the world every night. For that, he was grateful.

Aside from that, though, Stick was a piece of shit.

Daredevil brushed the thoughts of the man who abandoned him away and concentrated on anything noteworthy going on. Listening closely, he heard the sounds of someone screaming. A woman.

He took a few steps back, and then started to run forward, gaining momentum with every step until he leapt off the rooftop and onto the adjacent building. The screaming was becoming clearer, as was the smell of cold steel. It had to be a knife; another mugging was taking place. Daredevil continued southward, leaping over rooftops as he went, and the screaming became so clear that it sounded like someone was shouting in his eardrums. Facing down from the building he was standing on, he "saw" the mugger holding the woman against the wall, with his knife placed close to her throat.

"What did I say about keeping quiet, bitch?" the mugger threatened, "Another word and I'll cut your goddamn head off!"

The woman merely whimpered, not uttering a single word from her mouth. Her pulse was skyrocketing every second, and Daredevil decided to act. He pulled his batons out from their sheathes and leapt downward onto the dumpster (which reeked of disposed sandwiches and cigarette butts) right across from them.

"Hey, asshole!" Daredevil shouted, and the mugger turned around to face the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

"Aw, shit!" the mugger whined, and then he took off towards the alleyway exit. However, Daredevil was too quick for him, leaping forward and dealing a quick blow to the head with his batons.

The thug stumbled, but he then tried slashing at Daredevil's chest, but barely made any impact as sparks flew from the armor's chest piece.

Thank you, Potter, Daredevil thought, right before delivering another blow to the thug's face, knocking him unconscious and making blood drip from his mouth. I really ought to actually repay him sometime...

"Don't hurt me, please!" the woman screamed. Daredevil turned his head and, despite the fact that she was no longer in danger, could smell bullets of sweat pouring from her forehead, along with her heartbeat being well above normal.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, ma'am," Daredevil said. "Everything's gonna-"

"No, please!" she shrieked, "Don't shoot me!"

"Shoot you?" Daredevil questioned, "I don't even carry-"

That's when he remembered; there was somebody new in the city. Someone was going around, shooting whoever was committing a crime, whether it was gang leaders or just purse snatchers. There've been quite a few bodies reported on the news for the past couple of nights. Daredevil had tried tracking whoever it was down before, but whenever it seemed like he found a lead, he disappeared from the trail completely. No one knew who he was, no one knew his agenda, all he knew was that he was dangerous.

"Look, I'm not the one who's been shooting people lately. That's someone else. I don't know who, but I'll try to find out, okay?" he said. Daredevil knew it wasn't the most convincing story in the world, but the woman's pulse eventually started to drop, followed by a "thank you" and the hailing of a taxi.

Daredevil leapt onto the dumpster, then onto the fire escape, then onto the rooftop. He pondered who it was that was shooting all these criminals, and was starting off at a completely dead end. He started to search for any sign of this new vigilante, and listened carefully for the next two hours hearing nothing of the sort.

Suddenly, a gunshot boomed in his ears like the sound of artillery. It came from somewhere towards Hell's Kitchen's western end, and it was quite some distance from where he was.

When he finally arrived at the scene, he smelt the dead corpse slumped up against the brick wall, blood dripping from his skull. It was a male, possibly mid-twenties, and smelt heavily of whiskey and some kind of lotion (possibly... something fruity?). He couldn't hear or smell any bullet casings around the area, so the guy who did this must've been pretty smart and made sure no traces were made.

However, Daredevil did smell the foul odor of spray-paint, and could tell from it's distinct aroma that it had to have been white. He followed the trail of spray-paint with the fingertips of his gloves, and the paint formed into the most peculiar shape.

It was shaped like a skull.

Great.

Charlie Cox

Deborah Ann Woll

Elden Henson

Elodie Yung

Jason Statham

Ayelet Zurer

with Rosario Dawson

Jason Isaacs

Jon Bernthal

and Vincent D'Onofrio as Wilson Fisk

Daredevil