Bab 65: Cluez: Origin

\*2 years ago*

Hugo's tattered black coat fluttered from the wind. The scarf of the same colour flew backwards like it was mimicking the same movements as the coat. He'd never changed his style of dressing in his life, and it was highly unlikely that he'd ever change it.

He jumped from roof to roof, pursuing his targets from above. All his movements were precisely calculated and smooth. There was no room for mistakes.

He'd been doing vigilante work for over a year now and felt himself becoming more absorbed in catching criminals with each passing day.

"Run faster, Judgement is almost catching up!" A criminal looked back to see him closing in and yelled to his accomplices.

Hugo conjured a hook made of Black Matter and used it to catch the one who spoke.

"Shit, he's getting even nearer!" One of the other two remaining stumbled on his foot and tried to increase his pace.