Reay Jespersen

As night fell, he stood on the edge of the building, watching. Some of the local capes had already paid him a visit, telling him to toe the proverbial company line with either veiled or blunt threats; some even questioning which side of the law he stood on. Which should have been obvious: he only pursued those wrongly escaping the loose-knit net of the law. Criminals, rapists and killers walked free routinely. Their victims deserved justice, and if the law failed to deliver it, he was certainly going to.

Time to get to work.
He leaped from the building.