Author's Notes: Hello! So I've been thinking about writing this for awhile now, but I wasn't sure where to start. So it's been simpering and developing in my mind all this time, and I'm rather glad I waited all this time because it would have been no good if I went with my initial story idea. Hope you all enjoy the prologue ^_^
"So, you want to know about the second Rorschach?"
The old man looked out the window to the city below. Just below he could see a group of gang members, eyeing all the passing civilians. They were waiting for something, possibly another gang in order to start a fight. That will make it the third one this month, and it's only the fifteenth.
The old man turned back to the person at the table, "If you want to hear about her, then you came to the right place. I can't say I know everything about her. To be honest, she was almost as much of a mystery to me as she was to everyone. But she did confide in me, told me how and why it all started. I can even tell you about some of the people she knew." He laughed, "Guess I was everyone's confidant at one point or another. But aside from those stories, I have these."
He walked over to the cabinet over the sink of his kitchen. Once it was opened he pushed several small things aside and took out the back of the panel. He took out a bag from the hidden compartment and replaced the back. He turned back and took two square items from the bag. One was a brown book, old and worn with visible tears and wears on the edges and corners. It had been quite some time since it was first used. The other was a blue book, newer looking but still looking worn from use.
He placed the two on the table, out of reach from the other person. He sat down opposite of them and faced them, "If you really are serious, I'll tell you. No, even if you aren't I'll tell. This is something I've kept inside for too long, why not pass that torch onto someone else?" He then gained a thoughtful look, "As far as I know, it started when she was in her last year in college..."