In the alleys next to a dark street, two men armed with pistols ran quickly while looking breathless and tired.

One had blond hair and the other had a shaved head, but both ran side by side as they listened to the echoing sounds of gunshots that gradually diminished.

They continued running, until they heard someone scream in pain in the distance.

“GAAAH!”

Soon after, a dry noise of something falling made them both stop and look back, both of them had clear nervousness on their faces as they stared with heavy breathing and still with their weapons in their hands.

What seemed like the silence of a quiet dawn came next, the gunshots and the grunts of pain had stopped, all they could hear was just the sound of their breathing and heartbeats, until the bald man spoke.

“L-Let’s run away. There’s nothing you can do to deal with that guy.”

The bald man quickly turned around while the blonde continued looking towards the scream.

However, something passed in his field of vision and soon after another grunt of pain appeared next to him.

When he turned around, the blonde noticed that an arrow had pierced the leg of the bald man who had been knocked down by the shot.

But soon after, a greenish shadow appeared and fell in feet on the bald man's back, causing the man to spit saliva as he agonized, but soon let his face fall in a faint.

The blonde was still staring at that shadow with a terrified expression on his face, he saw that the shadow was staring with bright green eyes while carrying a bow in his hands, wearing a green cape with a hood and a quiver on his back along with a full bag on his back. shoulder.

With a surge of adrenaline, the blonde raised his pistol quickly, but before he fired, the hooded man moved quickly and arrived next to the bandit, who only felt his head being pushed to the side, hitting the wall and being buried in it.

Oliver saw that even some splinters of the wall were flying and the criminal was just rolling his eyes, already passed out after colliding with the concrete.

Soon he let the blonde fall to the ground and shot an arrow into his calf that only generated a spasm while the blonde remained unconscious.

With the result of the fight, Oliver sighed, already hearing the siren approaching along with the red and blue lights, making him jump towards the keyboard so he could run through it while he thought.

‘It must have been the fourth gang of robbers this week, it seems the crimes have intensified, or maybe I’m just expanding my area of operations.’

He remembered as he ran that a week had already passed since the confrontation with the bat, since that day he had reduced his activities as Oliver and intensified his activities as a vigilante.

‘The police will arrest these guys and they will have something to remember not to steal again, fighting criminals ends up killing two birds with one stone. And the relics reward me well.’

After jumping between some rooftops, Oliver had the clearest view of the city and saw an empty, dark alley.

He quickly threw himself into the alley and stored his relics in his backpack, also saving the money he had obtained from the gangs so that he could move more easily and without generating suspicion.

When he left the alley, he was wearing simpler clothes under an open coat and with a backpack on his back, returning to wander the streets, noticing that it was a slightly less well-lit area with simpler houses.

There were few people walking on the street and Oliver was grumbling.

“I think there’s one around here.”

Oliver was walking through those dark streets, until he found a light on inside a house with open bars that showed the inside of a simple store.

Inside it was possible to see that it was just a room that had been renovated and on the walls there were supports with clothes attached to them. Oliver could see a lady of just over 60 years old behind a glass display case looking worried and distracted.

"Hello?"

Upon hearing Oliver's voice that had approached, the lady was slightly startled when she saw a hooded boy entering the store.

“H-Hi...”

She responded in a still surprised tone, looking worried and then Oliver spoke.

“I’m going to pick out some clothes, can you put them in big bags please?”

Oliver walked over to the clothes and without choosing much, he just took them off the hangers and folded them under his arm.

The lady continued to look, still a little scared, but soon moved, taking large bags from her window while she saw the boy gather a large amount of clothes.

The bags were quickly filling up and the lady continued to look scared as all the clothes the boy collected were too small for him and included some women's clothes.

‘He looks dangerous... is he going to rob me?’

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She clasped her two hands close to her chest and with some time passing, Oliver filled some large bags with all the clothes, taking them to the counter where the lady was already waiting, still worried.

When she approached, the hooded man took her hand to her backpack and in response, the lady just lowered her head and closed her eyes.

But soon she heard.

“It should be enough, that’s all. Goodnight."

When she heard it, the lady was taken by surprise and opened her eyes.

Her store was almost completely empty, there were only a few pieces left in the corners, but what was most surprising was seeing on her counter several bills coming out of an envelope with more money than it should have.

She was about to say thank you when she realized that the boy had simply disappeared with the bags.

Even though she hurriedly went out into the street trying to find that guy, he was no longer there, he had gone at an impressive speed while the lady didn't know how to react, still holding the envelope in her hands.

Some time passed and now far away, Oliver was running through the streets looking hurried with a bow across his body and a quiver on his back while carrying bags full of children's and adult clothes while he thought.

'I took almost everything I had there to spend all this money, at least I feel a little better than just spending it in a big supermarket.' Oliver frowned seeing the region that was full of low houses with simple roofs, but Then he sighed and said. 'I think spending this money on shopping in a poorer region will satisfy the relics a little more, but I even brought adult clothes... but that's okay, they'll grow out of them at some point.'

Oliver saw the first tall building after a few kilometers of running and was already quickening his pace, jumping on its wall and running along it, leaning on some windows.

After some more time running through the buildings, Oliver jumped onto a street and came across an orphanage that had its doors closed and some lights on in the window.

He left the bags near the door after looking around to see if there was anyone on the street. In the end he would knock on the door loudly to attract the attention of whoever was inside and then he would run again, jumping towards the rooftops.

On the roof of a house, he looked back and saw the door opened by a lady a little older than the saleswoman followed by some children, their doubtful faces soon turned to surprise and excitement when they noticed what had arrived.

Both the lady and the children were looking for whoever had left it, but before they could be noticed, Oliver was on his way home.

‘Depending on the gang I join, I can donate food and clothes to some orphanages and still have some leftovers for some homeless people. But it's best to do it anonymously from here. I don’t want to run the risk of being suspected again.’

After running for some time, he would soon reach the roof of his building and go down the stairs so he could go into his room, taking a quiet shower and then going to his refrigerator, taking a hot pocket to heat in a small oven he had for then dinner and looking for more news on both the gunman's case and new posts from LegendHunter, but in the end his night ended shortly before 11 p.m., without finding any updates from the gunman or LegendHunter.

Oliver lay down and stared at the ceiling thinking.

‘I haven’t heard from the gunslinger in a while and LegendHunter also stopped posting.’ Oliver let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes. ‘Have things calmed down?’

When he slept, the night passed quickly and he awoke again feeling refreshed by the following night's actions.

He felt he was more energetic and was going to take a shower while he thought.

‘It seems like the days are going by faster, I must be getting used to it all.’

After showering and getting dressed, he would arrive and go to college, taking with him a cup of coffee and a tray with 3 covered hamburgers, already sitting at a table at the end of the cafeteria that was practically his.

From that spot, he watched the flow of people entering the cafeteria while eating his burgers and thinking to himself.

‘The attack was on Monday, today is Saturday and since then he hasn’t shown his face.’

It had been just under a week since the attack had happened and since then the blonde hadn't set foot in college.

Even after the bell rang, he continued to wait for the blonde, but realizing that it was probably in vain, Oliver picked up the coffee that was on his table and threw the wrappers from the already devoured burgers in the trash as he headed towards the stairs, immediately heading to the classroom.

During classes the feeling of being watched had disappeared and even when it was time to leave he tried to find the blonde, but he hadn't gone to class all week, making Oliver think.

'Even though I'm getting stronger as I do the will of the relics, I still don't want to let my guard down.' Remembering the night before when he had faced the bandits, the shots to the legs had been fired with absurd power to the point of arrows. lightly push the injured leg and knock down some bandits. ‘The increase in strength and speed is apparent, but I don’t think I’ve changed that much apart from my appetite.’

Since he had returned to work, Oliver fought the bandits every two days and when he finished his thought, he pulled the sleeve of his coat until just before his shoulder, seeing that his arm was a little stronger and more defined, but not his arm. enough to attract attention, making him sigh with a slight frustrated smile as he said it.

‘I don’t think they perform so many miracles easily.’

When he arrived at the radio station, he went straight to the computer to look for news about the gunman's case and any other vampire attacks, but everything was strangely calm after the attack.

Oliver squinted his eyes as he stared at the screen, but there were no more reports or denunciations of anything happening in the last few days, just more news of the green vigilante's appearances that made him put his fist to his cheek.

‘Now most of the criminals must know me, of the gangs I faced, they all had members who knew about the vigilante. I don't know if that's necessarily a good thing.'

Turning his eyes to the clock on his notebook, Oliver noticed that the time was just past 6PM and he got up from his chair realizing that he had finished his workday.

Little by little his routine adapted when he decided to act as a vigilante, the mood he felt was pleasant and he felt he could work better, but even so the incidents with relic users had decreased, making him question what was happening. .

As soon as he left the radio station, he noticed that night had already arrived and now only the streetlights lit the way.

Oliver continued towards the bus stop, walking while listening to his footsteps, but a rustle alerted him and made him lower his eyebrows, putting on a serious look as he lowered his backpack onto his arm.

'Excellent.'

From the rooftops he saw three bats appear and circle around him, making a circle a few meters from his head, until the three soon dispersed, positioning themselves one in each corner of the street and soon transformed into humans that caught Oliver's attention, making him look serious.

He saw that two were surrounding him, standing in front of him while another was behind him. Another landed on the other side of the street, leaving him practically against the wall as he stared into their faces.

In front of him was one with brown hair and eyes, behind his back was one with black hair and blue eyes while next to him was the smiling woman with short blue hair, making him look with doubt.

Seeing that he was surrounded by the wall in all directions, Oliver lowered the backpack to his hand and said.

“Don’t try to run away this time.”

Oliver said, tilting his neck to the side in a challenging tone, making the two surrounding him move forward and the woman start running towards him.