Hellfire Club, New York 5:30 P.M.
The lighting in the relatively dark room was confined to a single space at the center of the 15 by 12 foot area. Under the spotlight sat an older gentleman tied down to a wooden chair, the wrinkled features of the Caucasian weathered by vicious beatings suffered over the last 24 hours. The masked enigma, Milo, stepped into the circle of light, his apathetic visage veiled by the mask, a sight that inspired whimpering terror in the man's heart as he looked upon the muscular build of his captor.
"I don't know where she is, I swear!" The man yelled before bursting into a shameful fit of tears. "Stifle yourself, or you will force me to kill you." Milo commanded, his gaze focused on the pitiful heap of flesh seated before him. A snot filled draw of breath ushered in a small moment of silence, broken by the Keijijo Kaze. "Two days prior to your arrival an anonymous tip came in. You were spotted with the girl. Relinquish her to me, and you will be released on your own cognizance. It is a simple request. You have nothing to gain, and everything to lose."
The man shook his head, tears strolling down his cheeks once again as all hope of escape from this prison left his mind. "I have a daughter. But she isn't a mutant. I can't give you what I don't have. Please just let me go." he pleaded. Without words the Tranquil sunk back into the darkness. The man, now alone, looked about the area, trying to perceive what truly lie within the darkness. The unmistakable sound of shuffling feet playing with his senses. "Wait! NO PLEASE!" Were his final words as beings, born from the shadows, converged upon his form with lethal intent.
Strolling through the bustling corridors of the Hellfire Club's New York venue, the Tranquil tried to shake off the tingling feeling of impending danger. Yet he knew his senses would not betray him. Karma was rampant in the atmosphere this afternoon, and the Tranquil decided to prepare himself. War would be at their doorstep soon.