Fourteen years later.
In the rainy city of Riftmoor, a television distorted heavily by static flickered to life in an electronics shop window. The employee who turned it on drearily started opening the rest of their store.
The outside of the store was illuminated by a neon light, reflecting off the wet concrete. The light was obscured slightly by a thick fog that was also present. Both combined to slightly shroud a dark figure watching the television programs from the outside of the shop. The figure stood with a black hood on and covered their face with a cloth mask.
On the television, a news channel was playing. A handsome man and a beautiful woman jovially bounced topics back and forth before becoming suddenly grim.
Seeing their expressions, the young man got slightly closer to the television, reading the subtitles, and trying his hardest to hear them speak from inside the shop. After a moment of receiving information from their earpieces and getting slipped some papers, they spoke up.