Mina was 17 years old, and currently outside. Yes, she knew that it was 10 o'clock, and that even though Japan was safe, it was still dangerous to walk alone at night. But she did it anyway, I mean, what's the harm of doing it once? It wouldn't kill her, right? She turned a corner, and walked right into 2 men in their early 30's. They looked at her, licked their lips, and tried to grab her. She turned around and ran off, only to run into a 3rd man, once again, in his early 30's. He then got a grip on her arms, and pinned her to the wall. That's when they opened up Mina's overcoat, and saw what she was wearing.

Mina was wearing long leggings with high heels, and booty shorts. Her black shirt had no sleeves, and on it, written in green letters was the word "Acidic". She had on tiny, diamond earrings on her ears, and shiny, red lipstick on her lips, furthering her beautiful look. But, to the men, it just gave them a twisted idea.

"So, you're a stripper, eh?" One of them asked

"W-what?! No!" She yelled back

"Well you sure do look like one." Said another

"Yeah...and to us, strippers are just women who didn't get a beating as a kid, and think of themselves as entitled little shits."

"Well, you know what they say, "spare the rod, and spoil the child."" The 3rd one said

"Heeeelp! Someone help me!" Mina called out, desperate for any savior what's so ever

As they begun to grope her, they then heard a deep voice come from the darkness, stoping them in their tracks.

"The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon." A masked man said

"Who the hell are you?!" Asked one of the thugs

The man they saw had black hair that covered part of the white mask he wore. The mask in question had a w-shaped mostache that went to his cheeks and under his lip was a triangle shaped piece of facial hair that dropped down to the chin. His eyes were shadowed by his tall, black, top hat, which gave an evil presence to his already intimidating image. His cheeks were a slight pink, giving him a creepy smile. He dawned a black cloak and black garments to fit his look, with his mask being the only other source of color on his face, which was a deadly white color.

He quickly ran up to the 1st thug, and kneed him in the crotch as he then pulled out a knife, and stabbed him threw the head. He then moved to the second thug, who shot him in the head, doing no damage to him, or his mask. He then pulled out a knife form his cloak, and threw it at the man, stabbing him in the skull, right in between the eyes. He then pulled the string the dagger was attacked to, quickly pulling it out, and then spinning it in the air, and lodged it in his throat. That's when the 3rd man pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Mina, than back at the masked man, and shouted out his threat.

"I swear to god, if you move, she gets it!" He said as he pointed to gun back at Mina.

That's when our pink hero used her acid based abilities, and slapped him the the stomach, leaving him with a 3rd degree burn as he let go of her, giving her an escape route. The masked man the pulled out yet another dagger, pressed a button that was on it's hilt, and the dagger instantly grew bigger, making it look like a falchion sword, and threw it at his throat, killing him as the sword cut off his neck. Mina backed away, and tripped over one of the mens corpses, falling onto her but, and crawled up against the wall, keeping a small puddle of slimy acid in the palm of her hands as she looked at the mysterious figure.

"I can assure you, I mean you no harm." He stated

"Who are you?"

"Who? Who is but the form following the function of what; and what I am is a man in a mask."

"Oh, I can see that."

"Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona." He said as he then bowed and quickly stood up straight

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition!" V cried out as he then pulled out his sword and carved a v-shape on the wall next to mina

"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

"V-V?!"

"Precisely. Now, young madam, it is advisable for you to return back to your fellow comrades back at your refuge." He then walked off, saving others that were in need of help, and putting himself on the news in the process