Crimson Daredevil

The murder of Michael Chandlers

Outside the window, a mysterious presence lurks, their breath heavy with anticipation. Unbeknownst to the unsuspecting victim, they are being watched, their every move observed with sinister intent.

Inside the room, Lieutenant Michael Chandlers engages in a hushed conversation over the phone, alluding to something intriguingly cryptic - the concept of renewal. Little does he know that his words have triggered a chain of events, setting the stage for the impending intrusion.

As Lieutenant Chandlers sets the phone down, a shadowy figure emerges from the depths of the room, poised to strike. Cloaked in darkness, their attire a menacing black, they conceal their identity behind a chilling mask reminiscent of the infamous Zodiac Killer.

With impeccable timing, the savage killer seizes the moment, launching a brutal assault on the elderly gentleman. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes through the room as the club mercilessly ends Lieutenant Chandlers' life. The masked executioner, now stained with the victim's blood, breathes heavily, their adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Suddenly, a noise at the door interrupts the macabre scene, signalling the need for a swift escape. The masked figure, recognizing this as their cue, vanishes into the night, leaving behind a chilling reminder of their deadly presence.

On the eerie night of Friday, October 31st, the city is alive with anticipation. As the moon casts its haunting glow, people gather for the holiday festivities. But amidst the laughter and excitement, there is one man who is consumed by a darkness that has transformed him into an inhuman creature.

For two long years, Arthur has prowled the streets, his nights filled with a burning desire for vengeance. Each criminal he encounters becomes a reminder of the man who mercilessly took the lives of his beloved parents. With a heart filled with pain and a mind clouded by anger, he carefully selects his targets, unleashing his fury upon them.

San Andreas, a sprawling metropolis, becomes his battleground. With every blow he delivers, he hopes to ease the scars that vengeance has etched upon his soul. But little does he realize that this cycle of retribution is slowly destroying him, blinding his thoughts and consuming his very being.

In a fit of rage, he aggressively lashes out at the street gangsters, his fists pounding against their bodies. One of them falls to the ground, lifeless, his pulse forever silenced. The youngest among them stares at Arthur in terror, before fleeing into the night. But Arthur, still driven by his thirst for revenge, continues his relentless war against crime.

His batons, once symbols of justice, are now stained with the blood of his enemies. The weight of his actions, the psychological torture he inflicts upon himself, is a burden he cannot escape. Vengeance has become his weapon, his scar, and it is slowly consuming him from within.

Arthur's existence has become a twisted embodiment of fear, his most treasured memory tarnished by the haunting image of his parents' murder. In times of emergency, he reaches out to Director Steven Mulligan, the chief of police, seeking guidance and support. But deep down, Arthur would rather be the manipulator than the one being manipulated, for he believes that only through his own hands can justice be served.

As the first rays of morning light pierce through the darkness, Arthur awakens to the scent of vengeance, a bitter reminder of the path he has chosen. And as he drifts off to sleep, the tortured screams of criminals echo in his ears, a haunting lullaby that accompanies him into the depths of his troubled dreams.