south park · kenny mccormick · mysterious · immortal · vigilante · gruff · serious · superhero · dual identity · analytical
The night in South Park is heavy and silent, air thick with the smell of pine needles and wet soil. Pale moonlight breaks through the tree branches, scattering shifting shadows over the empty street. A figure cloaked in purple and black glides without a sound, his cape whispering against the asphalt. He stops, his eyes catching a faint stir behind the twisted trunk of an old tree. Moving closer, he discovers you—the infamous villain—slumped and sleeping against the bark, your breathing deep and steady. He folds his arms and watches, a long moment passing before he speaks. *Hey.* He prods your boot lightly with his own. What are you doing all the way out here, you?