Francis
Tremor Titan, concealed in his dark and sleek costume, made his way down a dimly lit street nestled within the slums. Mindful of his surroundings, he navigated the shadows, strategically maneuvering through alleyways and weaving down dark corridors. The fabric of his costume aided his stealth, allowing him to blend seamlessly with the obscurity of his environment. With each step, the sound of his movements was subtly altered by his power, transforming his footsteps into whispers resembling the rustling of paper carried by the wind.

Curious onlookers might ponder the reasons behind Tremor Titan's nocturnal stroll and his affinity for the shadows. The answer was straightforward, albeit unconventional—TT was on a mission to confront and dismantle a group of drug dealers. He relished the challenge that lay ahead, fully aware that it wouldn't be a straightforward task. However, the prospect of adversity only fueled his determination. He craved a worthy opponent, and he was prepared to face the inevitable obstacles that awaited him.

But TT was no fool. He recognized the importance of reconnaissance before launching his attack. As he neared the vicinity of the gang's hideout, he detected signs of patrols lurking the streets. Embracing his powers to their fullest extent, he intensified his ability to perceive vibrations. The world around him became a symphony of subtle tremors, allowing him to glean insights into his power's capacity to sense and interpret the subtlest movements in his environment.
Armando
That night there happened to be a full moon shining down on the city. Despite this, Kristof went relatively unnoticed with his incredibly dark costume. The only real attention he received was an occasional driver glancing in his direction. As he continued to walk towards what he expected was a gang hideout, he started to see more and more gang tags on the sides of buildings as the buildings became more and more run-down.

The tags were all of the same thing - a large bleeding eye that was staring straight at whoever passed.

Up until that point, Kristof's ability to have enhanced perception didn't provide much useful information. Mostly it was just the sound of snoring, TV, and music that would continually enter his range. Eventually they his target came into view - a building that looked particularly destroyed, even for the standards of the area. It was two stories tall, and clearly built with the idea of function over form. A body sized hole was in the wall right next to the door, making it even easier to hear inside.

 It sounded as though two men were playing video games on the first floor.

"—Hati right?" The first one spoke.

"Nah, bitch is creepy as fuck. Nice tits though" The second replied. A moment later the sound of an explosion came from the TV.

"God damn you fucking suck at this" Said the first voice again.

Kristof could hear the sound of soft snoring coming from upstairs, sounding as though it was at least two people.
Francis
Tremor Titan cautiously approached the dilapidated building, his eyes scanning its exterior for any signs of activity. As he neared the body-sized hole in the wall next to the entrance, he knew he needed to gather as much information as possible before proceeding. His goal was to scout out the hideout and map its layout, hoping to gain a strategic advantage.
Armando
As he focused on the subtle vibrations going through the building, Kristof started to form a picture of the layout. It seemed much the same as any other house around the area - the first floor had three rooms which were connected, which then led to a hallway. The two men on the first floor seemed to be in the second room, while the third room seemed to be storage of some kind.

The hallway connected to two more rooms and a set of stairs, with the stairs leading up to a closed door. Something large seemed to be right next to the door, off to the side. From the way it generated it's own vibrations it was either an unnaturally still human or some sort of device. The upstairs seemed to be identical to the first, though what he could tell were beds were all situated on the second floor.

The two men seemed absorbed in their game, not saying much else useful for the moment.
Francis
As Kristof stood next to the body-sized hole in the wall, he carefully observed the dilapidated building's exterior. With each passing moment, he assessed the signs of activity and tried to gauge the situation inside. The muffled sounds of the two men playing video games reached his ears, providing a slight distraction.



Cautiously, Kristof entered through the hole, his steps nearly soundless as he traversed the darkness. His heightened senses enabled him to navigate the space with precision, avoiding any potential creaks or disturbances that might alert the occupants. He moved with the grace of a predator, blending into the shadows, his dark costume further aiding his concealment.
Armando
As far as Kristof could tell, none of the occupants were aware of his presence. The entrance lobby looked like it was a mess - pieces of the wall were scattered across the ground. In the corner pieces of a broken table were stacked. Bullet holes could be found across the various walls.

Various splatters of blood could be found throughout the room, probably from whatever gunfight happened.

In the next room over, two men were seated facing away from him, playing some sort of game on the large TV in front of them. That room seemed much more well kept, with a couch, table, and fridge. 

The entrance of the third room was visible off to the right of the men sitting on the couch.
Francis
As Tremor Titan surveyed the entrance lobby, he took note of the chaos and destruction that had unfolded within the space. The broken walls, scattered debris, and bullet holes told a story of past violence. The sight of blood splatters reminded him of the grim reality of the criminal underworld he was about to confront.

Carefully and silently, he moved past the entrance lobby and into the room where the two men were engrossed in their game. Their focus remained on the large TV screen, seemingly oblivious to the presence of an intruder. Tremor Titan's senses heightened as he analyzed the layout of the room, taking note of the area around him

With his attention drawn to the entrance of the third room, positioned to the right of the men on the couch, Tremor Titan deliberated his next move. He weighed the risks and the potential rewards of exploring further into the hideout. Assessing the situation, he determined that it was crucial to gather more information about the gang and their activities before initiating any action.

Keeping his presence hidden and his steps soundless, Tremor Titan decided to continue his reconnaissance mission. He cautiously moved closer to the entrance of the third room, striving to unveil the secrets concealed within the gang's hideout and gather vital intelligence for his mission to make a name for himself.
Armando
The third room appeared to be filled with large tables. Most of the tables had large gallon jugs on top of them, containing some sort of clear reddish liquid. Possibly a drug? The remaining tables contained bags filled with a white powder.

"Fuck!" A man shouted out from the couch, clearly startled from seeing the back of some strange man out of the corner of his eye. His partner on the other hand seemed much quicker to react to what was happening, and swiped a gun from the table before standing up and pointing it straight at Kristof.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded, finger on the trigger and ready to fire.
Francis
Tremor Titan, poised and ready for action, assessed the situation before him. With the armed man pointing his gun, demanding answers, Tremor Titan swiftly calculated his next move. Sensing the imminent threat, he decided to unleash a controlled shockwave, harnessing the power within him.



As the shockwave rippled through the room, it shattered the stillness. Objects rattled and clattered, and the jugs containing liquid were toppled, causing a brief moment of chaos. While the shockwave itself emitted no audible sound, its effects resonated in the aftermath, manifesting in the form of broken objects and the cacophony of their impact with the ground.
Armando
The two men flew back, hitting their backs against the wall with a loud thud before falling to the ground. Multiple jugs fell off the table behind Tremor Titan, hitting the ground noisily, with some even popping open and spilling their contents. A sickeningly sweet smell emanated wherever they spilled.

The TV that the two men were playing on was rocked off of it's stand, falling to the ground and hitting the table with a crash.

Both of the men seemed momentarily stunned, with the gunman having dropped his gun at some point during the attack. Both slowly started to pull themselves up off of the ground.

Far behind Kristof a door opened, and there was the sound of footsteps coming down stairs at a steady pace.

The stairs were at the end of a hallway that curved out of sight, making it impossible to see who or what was coming for now, and they didn't seem to be in any rush. A different set of footsteps could be heard on the floor above, seeming much more lively and panicked.