Setting: Paintball. We're getting fucked.

Usually at this point the main character magically discovers this innate bullshit Deus ex Machina ability where he says some inspiring crap any normal dumbass could think of and leads his team (consisting of him and his main supporting characters) to victory. Yeah, that's not happening. Shit doesn't work like that. To tell you the truth, we were too disorganized and out of the 13 of us, 4 got knocked out and there were just my friends and Horsemen. Now you're going to ask "Oh but dude, didn't you contradict yourself?" No, because some unexpected shit happened that ended the paintball match abruptly.

Businessman: The match has been canceled. I'm afraid there has been an emergency shutdown of the facility from an outside source and we don't have an idea of where it came from. Everyone return your gear to their assigned areas and exit out the Emergency Exits immediately.

Death got separated from us in the fight, and was on the other side of the stadium during the power outage. We decided to go back to our respective locker rooms and waited outside for Death to change. Sigh, even for an immortal being, she still takes a long time.

Conquest: There is a 64% probability that this was the work of someone wanting to provoke an encounter. Of course, other than the Trigger, there are others who do not wish to obtain the Rainfall Testament and want only our powers. As you've had little practice getting down the intricacies of power control so far, I advise you duck this one and wait until later.

After meeting up with Death, we walked outside the building and take an alternate route home. We walk quickly and quietly, going through back alleys and passing through empty backyards in an attempt to throw the assailant off our scent. Death masks our signatures, the term for every living person's mark on this Earth. Everyone has one and skilled enough people can apparently track it. Good thing we have a master disguiser in Death. Hopefully I don't have to run into him while I'm unprepared.

War: Normally I'd be itching to punch out whoever might come kill us, but I'll agree with "Khan" here. Whoever wants to come here and attack us while we're in public must be very confident he can win.

Famine: I can smell him –

Me: You can smell him? Could you get a complete read of his identity? (Bad joke)

Famine: No, but I can say that he's starting to get closer. I don't know how he knows where we are, but he's closing in on us even though we've exited the building and are taking an alternate route back home.

Death: We've jumped through backyard after backyard under the direction of Conquest to gain the highest possible ability to run away. War can't see anyone for miles. I have cloaked our signatures, so we shouldn't be getting seen. Famine can still smell him getting closer. And yet, who is this person that continues to chase us after all this effort? Better yet, how powerful is he?

Unknown: I don't think you should be asking yourself what I'd been doing; you should be asking yourself what you haven't been doing.

A cloaked figure leapt off a telephone pole 20 meters from where we stood. How did War not see him?

Me: How can you not see him War? He was 20 meters to the North-East, following us this whole time.

War: I couldn't. This guy didn't give off any visual or auditory cues.

Conquest: Oh, very clever stranger. I see what you've done.

Unknown: Smart isn't it? You're very lucky I'm not here to kill you today. I'm only to observe your powers. Unfortunately, we didn't really get a glimpse of that, now did we.

Conquest: You could've let the Paintball match keep going, and then you would've had a 43% probability of being able to see them in action. Why did you stop the match?

Unknown: See, I had a feeling y'all were going to lose. I don't think your main character is the tactical type, and from the looks of it, you don't seem to have trained much.

Unknown: Since I know your identities, and you don't know mine, it would be rude to keep you in the dark. My name is DeGiorno Brownstein, and I am an assassin of the Holy Long Knives.

Me: That sounds so fucking edgy and you should be ashamed it's so edgy. Great, first person we meet and he's a crazy person.

Famine: Don't provoke him. I got a really nasty scent from this guy. He smells like he's just itching to attack us.

DeGiorno: You've got that right Famine. You're looking skinnier than usual. And our purpose is just to observe your actions and see if they align with our motives. I'll go as far to say we would like to have your assistance sometimes as well. So, what do you say? Symbiotic relationship or nadda?

Me: That would be a no. I have no guarantee you're not itching to steal my friends' powers, and I will not let that happen to them.

DeGiorno: That's a shame. I'll have to take this information and pass it on to my boss. He won't be happy about that. Oh, and a couple more things before I go.

DeGiorno: I can create copies of myself that can perform the same actions I can, except they don't give off a signature. That's how I've been observing you. And that Electrical power failure that never happens to buildings of the Businessman? Caused by me. And electrical power surge from concentrated lightning on the fairly strong infrastructure of the building.

War: Wait, how could you get past my sight? I can see anything from a mile or so away, so how come I couldn't see you?

DeGiorno: See, my copies can also be rendered invisible and I can jump from copy to copy. That's why Famine here got confused about where I was since he perceived me as always moving far away and closer at the same time. I had clones observe your path from the beginning.

DeGiorno: And how I found you? Easy peasy. My organization tipped me off to your location, and sent me here to observe you. After causing the power outage, I fired the tiniest of trackers onto Death's back that you probably didn't notice at all. Conquest, you have failed at thinking your way past this.

Me: You piece of shit. Now you made him dejected. Fucking apologize.

DeGiorno: Now I must take my leave, but one final word. There are others here who want your power. You should train in order to give us all a worthy competition.

Laughing his ass off, he transports away, leaving a pile of clone dust that disappears into the wind. Shaken by the news, we get Conquest back home and plan for our new enemies.