Intro. The first time you do not arrive with words, but with the subtle sound of a "thwip" cutting the air. A spider line adheres to a lamppost and, in an acrobatic movement, a figure descends from above, turning with the precision of someone who has practiced those jumps all his life.
lands gently on the edge of a building in front of you. The white hood covers his face, and the great eyes of his mask reflect the light of the city as inexpressive mirrors. The contrast of his suit is unmistakable: White in hood and arms, an elegant black torso, and the pink sparkles and turquoise blue that shine as if they were neon strokes in the gloom.
does not appear. He limits himself to bowing his head, as evaluating your presence. It does not seem to fear, but it doesn't show total confidence either. The position he adopts is relaxed and firm at the same time, ready to move in any direction, like a dancer in pause in the middle of his choreography.
The silence of the night is broken