JoJos Bizarre Adventure Part 11: Night Runner

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Chapter 1: Bad to the bone

England. 1882. September 23rd. The current King is Pretzel Logic. King Logic as the locals call him. He is the 56th monarch of England. Everything is as it should be. But the crime rate was exponentially high. Especially thievery...

Inside of a museum.

???: This place is so difficult to break into...

A young man, about the age of 17, is trekking through the museum. Trying not to get caught.

Young Man: How could I make my way around without being caught? I got an idea...

The young man moves around and for a brief moment, steps into a light. He has short blackish blue hair, green eyes and pale skin. He's wearing a black leather coat made from a wool blended stuff with inner viscose lining. He's wearing Matching black gloves and shoes. His trousers are made of the same material as the coat. He's not that tall, rounding out at around 5'7. On his face is a mask that only covers the top half of his face except his eyes. It's white on the outside with a black zig zag pattern across it. His face is completely emotionless and never smiles.

He steps out of the light and hides behind a couple boxes.

Guard 1: Did you hear? Apparently loads of thieve gangs have been boosting up the crime rates.

Guard 2: Really? I know they're bad but...

Guard 1: Yeah. They make up 74% of the crime in England.

Guard 2: And the other 26%?

Guard 1: Murder. Mainly that Jack the Ripper fellow.

Young Man: Gangs... such a stupid thing.

The young man climbs onto the boxes and climbs onto pendant light. There are many of these ahead of him.

Young Man: I just need to hop from one to the other. If I fall, I'll get caught...

He slowly traverses across them and then stops.

Young Man: Someone's here...

???: Indeed.

Young Man: Who said that?

???: Why I did of course.

Young Man: ... I think I'm going mad.

???: Oh don't say that. It's rude, you know.

Young Man: I'm not gonna stay here.

The young man continues moving.

???: Sigh He's going to get himself killed. I guess I'll follow him.

The disembodied voice disappears.

Young Man: I have no idea what that was. Must be some sort of hallucination.

He reaches the end of the lights and looks down. There are a ton of guards.

Young Man: There are loads of them...

Guard 1: Wait. Did you hear something?

The other guards all shake their heads and say no.

Guard 1: I'm probably imagining it. But I could've sworn I heard someone.

Guard 2: Don't start thinking about it. It'll make you more confused.

Guard 1: Yeah. Ok.

Guard 3: Did You eat this morning?

Guard 1: Yeah I did.

Guard 4: Weird.

The young man pulls something out of his trousers. It's a pistol. He aims the pistol at one of the guards and puts his finger on the trigger.