{Rorschach POV}

[Location- Back Alleyway]

(10 PM)

I woke up, and no one was around. Night has fallen. Going to set up. Need to find the police frequency or their radio.

I walk out of the dead-end. The night is much crisper, the air less acidic, and stars just a bit brighter, the moon with it's broken beauty. This is Remnant, a world with more beauty than Earth, but still infected by the universal plague.

I walk aimlessly around the town, looking for crime. I see bright colored buildings, with advance looking billboards called "holoboards". The buildings, reaching to the sky, some leaning, some strait, and some glass walled, some bricks. I walk past a commercial strip, largely focused to style clothing and weapons. I pass a gas station like building, called "14 twenty two."

Some of the people that pass by me, gave me strange looks, some of the few had animal tails or ears.

I found the darker part of the city, where the poor beg, and the rich deal with dirty business. I walk past a bar, flashing red lights shining through the glass ceiling, and loud music rattling the doors and black tinted windows. There are a few wanted posters on some stores' walls, one repeatedly appearing. It shows a picture of a man, with flaming orange hair, covering his right eye. It says, wanted alive, reward 2 million liens. The name given was Roman Torchwick. I'll be sure to look out for him. I grab a few posters and place them in my trench coat.

I walk around, exploring, finding shortcuts, and hiding spots. I came across a drug deal. I look into the alleyway and see three wielding guns, and one holding a briefcase. I look around and saw that they have a sniper, on the fifth floor of an abandon office complex across from the alleyway.

I walk away and moved out of sight from the sniper. Once I am sure the sniper can't see me, I make my way around the building and stuck to the shadows, just in case there is a lookout for the sniper. I put on my face, as I got into the building, and see the trash that was absent from the alleyways. I made my way up to the fifth floor, with no resistance. I made my way to the sniper, who didn't have a lookout.

Amateurs, I silently crept behind him, and grab him by the throat, quickly separate him from the sniper rifle. I crush his trachea, keeping him from yelling, just incase someone came to check on him. I broke his arm, to keep him from fighting back. I pull out the broken switchblade and stabbed him through the neck.

As he drops to the ground, blood loss will get to him soon, I check his body for weapons. Found a silenced pistol, not sure what model, most likely from the black market, indicated by the lack of serial number. He also has a red machete, which I replaced with the broken switchblade. Need a better-concealed knife than these though. Hopefully when I scavenged from those on the ground I'll find a better knife.

I move to the sniper rifle, and check the other buildings. Finding no other snipers, I look down to the drug deal. The buyer has arrived, and has back up, two beside him, one out to the far right, another to the left, and one was climbing a fire escape on the opposite building. I take aim with the sniper rifle, and shoot the person before they set up a nest. I then take aim and kill off the outliers, one shot each. The dealers take no notice to it. I leave the rifle, and quickly made my way down. I silently approach the dealers. They seem to be more on edge; I threw a rock across the entrance to lure one of them out.

And like moths to a flame, one from both parties came to investigate. I hide behind a square cement pillar supporting the building. The two split at the exit, one coming to me. I pull the machete out from the sheath, and ready it for a strike.

When the guard came around the corner, I cover his mouth as I stab him in the ribs, going through the heart. I pull him behind the pillar, hiding him from view. The other is still looking on the other side. I lean out slightly and take aim with the pistol, sending three rounds into him, killing him. He fell with a soft thud, and thankfully his weapon was still holstered.

I search the guy at my feet, and pulled out ammo for his gun. Not suppressed. I leave the weapon with him. I silently stalk to the corner, and peek around the wall. The three remaining guards are protecting their respective employers, eying each other. I quickly turn the corner and rush them, shooting the silent pistol, hitting two guards, and slides behind a dumpster for cover. The remaining three, one guard and the dealers, whom picked up the guns from their fallen guards, took cover and start suppressing me with bullets.

Unfortunately for them, they are under an unstable fire escape platform. I take aim with my grapple, and pull it down on their heads.

As I expected, it drove two out of cover, and the third was pin to the ground. I quickly move out from behind the trash container, and rushed them. I stab one in his gun arm's wrist with the machete, pinning him to the ground, and shooting the guard in the back of the head.

I move to the one pined by the machete, which started begging for his life. I remove the machete from his wrist and split his skull in two. I leave the machete in his head, and turn to the last person. I aim the pistol, and shoot. He was left with a third socket between the two originals.

I quickly inspect the bodies, finding colored cards with numbers on them. Possibly currency. I grab what I could, need to get an apartment, and can't keep living in the alleyways, too exposed.

{? POV}

[Location- Back alleyway]

(2:00 AM)

Came across another murder scene, two gangs, and a drug deal. Reasons are unknown. Cause of death, three was shot with a sniper, one bullet each. Found the discarded sniper rifle in the opposite building, with another body. This one had a crushed trachea, broken arm, bruising around the throat, possibly grabbed from behind, and was impaled by a broken switch blade, in the side of the throat, cutting into the windpipe, and esophagus. Died of blood loss.

One was found slump on the ground against a pillar, stabbed through the heart. Another was gunned down from behind, one bullet in the spine, another through the heart, and a third in the right lung. Two more died facing each other, five in one, and six in the other. Another died pinned under a fallen fire escape, a bullet between the eyes.

The remaining two died next to each other, on the ground. One was face down and a hole in the back of the head. The other, his hand looked like it was impaled, and his head was chopped in half.

"Dear Oum!" my partner cries, seeing the brutal death of the last one. "Just who would do this?"

"White Fang?" I ask. It seems like their style, no Faunus was present in the dead.

"Maybe, or it could be the murderer from yesterday."

"But this is halfway across the city, murderers tend to stick to nearby areas, and it still hasn't been disproven that the White Fang wasn't to blame for yesterday's murder anyways."

"I guess, lets get these guys in body bags."