Another day, another chance to see how the masses would spend their time on this earth. Standing before the window, dark gray eyes scanned the city streets below. The sun just rising, the city was waking up below. It had been barley a week now, since the leader of C.R.E.S.S was discovered dead within his home in the heart of the gang's territory. How had someone gotten in and out without being spotted? How had no one seen anything or heard anything during the crime. Why was the wound consisted with that of a blade of C.R.O.S.S? These were questions being asked by many in the city from all sides. People wanted answers, but few could give them to them.

As a result, tension was on a rise throughout the city. People called for C.R.O.S.S to be held responsible, for the leader to hand himself over to C.R.E.S.S as retribution. Others wanted the leader to step aside, face judgement, though neither of these things seemed to be happening. Thus, the tension was turning more violent. They had started nearly the day after the discovery, people had begun to stand against the authorities of the city. C.R.E.S.S was mobilizing, this was nothing surprising. They had been on a mission for years now to take back the city as they claimed. To attempt to bring it back to the people. However, for such promises and boasts, they still seemed to have been holding back. The city divided between the two factions, with his caught in the undertone middle.

People had begun calling it P.H.A.N.T.O.M, and he had grown attached to it. He was known as Ghost, head of it. He had started out as a normal kid, though some would say he was never normal. He had simply become bored just like anyone else might. However, he had turned this boredom into a career for himself. Now at merely Nineteen, he had an empire behind him that few outside of him knew the sheer size of. His power and influence within the city rivaled that of the two faction leaders already. He was quite curious to see how the new leader of C.R.E.S.S would step up and deal with this incident. Especially with so many already seeing it as a huge insult and calling for action.

These little gatherings and spouts of anger taking place around the city were only going to get worse. The two sides had been at each other's throats for some time now already, this was merely the spark that they needed to push forward and fire to errupt. In truth, he didn't believe it was fully about the death at all. It was the trigger, now people had an excuse to retaliate, to start a war. A war that had been brewing, now the city would be caught in the crossfire. Innocent lives were on the verge of being lost, what would they do? A smile tugged at his lips, soon followed by a chuckle. How amusing it all was. He was looking forward to seeing what happened.

In this entire mess, he and his own faction was the wild card. No one knew where they would fall, what they would do. Already, he had been contacted by people within both sides. He would not be surprised to hear propositions of joining together coming soon. Possibly attempts at take over or something more. Either way, he was a powerful force that people would be watching closely during all of this as well. That was fine with him, let them watch and let them do what they desired. He turned away from the window, moving to the door. Slipping his coat from the stand there, he stepped out. He headed down the stairs, people giving him nods and slight bows in respect.

Reaching the first floor, the door was opened for him, guards already ready to follow him. He typically stepped out about this time, to get a nice morning coffee. Though the guards were often told to stay back and out of sight. They were very good at doing so and blending in. For as little as he tried to hide who he was, people still did not always readily recognize him. Perhaps it was like the Superman and Clark Kent affect. People did not believe a man of his power would so casually be out and about like this. So man rumors and whispers about him and his group already out and about within the city.

Heading out to the car, it was a nice ride to the cafe he usually went to in the morning. He could see the early morning hub beginning already. At the same time, it wasn't to hard to pick out who belonged to which side. C.R.E.S.S members looked on edge, angry and liked they often belonged on the streets like this. C.R.O.S.S members in uniform, always looking like they held themselves above others. Clean and pristine as always. He chuckled once more, resting his chin on a hand as he watched them slip by out the window. Reaching the cafe, he got out of the car and made his way inside.

Taking his usual table by the window, he slid into his usual chair. He smiled at the waitress, as she sat a menu before him, opening it even though he already knew what he wanted. He ordered coffee, as well as a strawberry danish. A good breakfast to get the day started in his mind. Something sweet and something bitter, perhaps like him. He handed the menu back, casting his eyes once more out the window. His head resting on his hand, he could not heep the smile from his lips. He was excited, he could feel the energy in the air, that things were about to heat up.

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