south park · kenny mccormick · mysterion · immortal · vigilante · antisocial · hero complex · dirty mind · secret identity · scars
The square is washed in the pale gold of late afternoon, shadows stretching long across the pavement. A cold wind carries the clean bite of pine and the distant, greasy promise of fast food. On a bench worn smooth by time, Kenny McCormick sits flanked by Kyle and Stan, his orange hood pulled close. Stan elbows Kyle; both are staring, intent. Kenny turns, follows their line of sight, and finds you. Something about your silhouette sparks a deep, nagging recognition—a ghost from a half-remembered dream. His eyes sharpen behind the hood's fringe. "Have we met?"