Midnight Snack

                                    

                                          
Musutafu. To the unknowing, it seemed to be a peaceful city. After all, how could the city where the Symbol of Peace, All Might, lived be anything but. Unfortunately, that's the facade the city put on during the day. In the dark of night, when the good people all sleep, that's when evil rears it's ugly head. When the city of Musutafu reveals its nature as a cesspool of crime and villainy, where monsters wearing human skin run rampant. And this story, like many others, takes place in this city as well.
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 A solitary figure stood atop a ruined building in an abandoned part of town, watching a nearby warehouse like a hawk. Dressed in an all-black, full sleeved shirt with white highlights in various places, combat boots, with a cape as black as the night sky draped over his shoulders, a hood covering his head, a skull mask on his face and a sheathed sword at his waist, it looked as the Reaper himself had come to visit the mortal world.
 After a few minutes of watching hooded figures entering and leaving the warehouse, he fished an earpiece out of one of the compartments on his utility belt and pressed it to his ears.
 "Orion, you there?"
 "Of course I am. Do you think I'd be messing around right now? Forget it. Is it there?"
 "No. Its just a small branch, barely 50 people. It was here before, but its presence has already started fading."
 "Dammit!" The sound of a table being smashed came from the other end of the earpiece.
 "This was our first lead in ages. Just come back. Its already 2'o clock and you've got school in the morning."
 "I won't be coming back until I've had my fill. As for school, I'll skip if I don't feel like it."
 "What! No don-"
 Before Orion could finish what he was saying, the hooded figure had already stuffed the earpiece back into his utility belt. He leapt down from his spot on top the building and landed on his feet, seemingly unfazed by the 8-storey drop, and started walking towards the warehouse.
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 A man wearing a black and white cloak, was running through a maze of warehouses, the same one that the hooded figure had navigated only 15 minutes prior. He eventually saw a warehouse with its shutter up. As he got closer, the smell of iron only got heavier, cementing his suspicions as to what his masked (school-going) acquaintance had gotten up to in the time it took him to get there.
 When he reached the entrance, the first thing that caught his attention was the figure standing in the entryway, covered head to toe in blood.
 "Did you run all the way here?", the figure questioned, a mischievous tone in his voice.
 "Yes, I did. The more important question is, what the hell do you think you were doing?"
 "That explains the smell. Stay at least 2 meters away from me, please. I feel like I'm going to hurl. As for what I'm doing, I think it's quite obvious. I'm getting rid of the trash."
 The moon shone brightly in the cloudless night sky, and in its light, the mound of corpses behind the figure seemed more like a mountain of red, a sight which was made worse only by the serpent made of shadows merrily chomping away at it.