“Purple Dragons, come out and play!” Casey’s voice sang out, stretching out every word as it echoed through the night.
Raphael clutched his hand tighter around the handle of his Sai. The way Casey called out always made his skin crawl, no matter how many times he heard it.
The vigilante was infamous throughout the city; many of the less serious troublemakers had vanished since Casey had appeared on the streets.
Every movement seemed louder in the night, every sound was amplified in the deafening silence.
The only sound was Casey’s voice, resonating throughout the empty alleyway back to them.
