Dominick
It was a well known fact that villains outnumbered heroes to an excessive extent. Sometimes though, one who does not yet bare the title of 'Hero' decides to take action to better the world. Whether or not what they achieve is heroic is yet to be seen. After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

The one known as Diabolist and her undead companion skulked through the dark alley before stopping at the end as it opened into a square filled with low quality housing. This entire area seemed to drain life away from everything. Even in the height of the brightest day it would seem dark and unwelcoming.

As she searched the area the sound of a door slamming drew her attention. A few seconds later she saw a woman stumble into view, having come from what was most likely stairs leading down into one of the building's basements. The woman took a few steps before falling to the ground, her head landing in a puddle. Considering the reason Diabolist was in the area it was a reasonable assumption drugs had something to do with why the woman collapsed.
Kyle
It was worse here than she'd thought it'd be. A lot worse. Things had been *Bad* For awhile, but in the height of her career— before her trigger— she hadn't realized that places like this had cropped up again. She'd just never really thought... No, it didn't matter. What mattered was erasing it. 

She tensed up with violent intentions when she heard the noise ahead of her, and very nearly pounced forward with her bat, but... Then the person just *Collapsed* All on their own. She quickly glanced around to make sure there were no others nearby, then dashed forward to check on the person. Pulse?

Well, to say she wasn't tempted for the raw materials... Was a lie. But— she wasn't here for the *Users*. They weren't innocent, it was true, but they were much less guilty than the predators that were running this sort of operation. After all, the people selling this stuff wouldn't be the ones using it, surely. After trying to make sure they were okay... Or at least, not dead... Mika stood up and continued her approach, heading towards the basement doorway.
Dominick
As Diabolist moved over to the collapsed woman she went to check her pulse but quickly moved her head out of the water first. Both her mouth and nose were submerged and without her help she would have drowned in a two inch deep puddle. Now that the woman wasn't in immediate danger of drowning she reached down and took her pulse.

She had one but it was faint and slow, her breathing was similiar. She may not die in the next minute but it was clear without medical help this woman would die soon. Diabolist though had a priority, the source of what had done this to the woman. Moving over to the steps she looked down and saw a metal door. This seemed the likely drug den she had been looking for.
Kyle
"*Fuck.*"

Mika whispered quietly. She took a few hesitant steps forward, then cursed again underneath her breath.

"Come back," She commanded her minion. The awkward undead fumbled back towards her obediently. 

Mika just sighed through the thick hockey mask. She couldn't just leave her there. At least, not without trying. She pulled out her phone and quickly slammed in the number for emergency services. After a quick-as-possible conversation whereupon she gave the address and tried to ensure that they were on their way, she hung up and headed down the stairs with her undead in tow.

With a quick *Rap-rap* Of her knuckles, she knocked on the metal door. Hopefully she wasn't getting in over her head, here.
Dominick
As Diabolist dialed in the numbers and put the phone up to her ear she was greeted with a cool calm but human voice.

*"999 What's your emergency?"*

The following conversation wouldn't take long and sure enough the words Mika wanted to hear came out of the speaker.

*"Please stay put, an ambulance is on its way."*

*The as quickly as it started it ended with her hanging up before heading down the stairs with her undead companion. The metal was cool against her hands as she knocked on the door. At first it seemed nothing would happen before a viewport in the top slid open.*

*"What do you want?"*
Kyle
She stood carefully behind her undead minion. They were taller than her, of course. Most people were. 

"You *Know* What I want."

Mika tried to impart as much of a desperate *Edge* To her tone as she could while still sounding sufficiently demanding. She was bullshitting a bit here, but she thought it would be easy enough. She held the bat out in front of her cautiously, hoping that the shadows and darkness would hide any sign of herself, as well as... The true nature of her companion.

"C-Cut the bullshit. I brought money, okay? *Please.*"
Dominick
The mans eyes scanned the people outside his door, narrowing in at the girls obscured face. Then his eyes crept up and stared at her companion for a good long while.

*"Hmmmm... It looks as though your friend there has already had more than his fair share but if you want more and have the cash who am I to say no. Just try not to be like the last girl. Stupid bitch is probably dead by now."*

He slid the metal plate back across the viewport before more bolts could be heard sliding across the door. As it swung open a cramped smoky room was revealed. Aside from the man who was at the door Diabolist could see two more women in varying states, as well as another man and a girl who couldn't be older than 14.

*"Alright little girl, you and your friend can come in now just make yourself comfortable whilst I get you something nice."*
Kyle
Once the door was opened, she steadied herself, and tried to calm her racing heart. This was it. She was in, and now was the hard part. Everything before now, she could have walked away. Left, feeling good that at least she'd contributed to helping save some poor girl that was overdosing on god knows what drugs. But...

She felt the weight of the hockey mask on her face. She knew that as soon as she walked into the dim lighting of the room, the ruse would be up regardless. No, now was the time. There was no going back now. She brought the bat up into the air, then, as hard as she could, *Cracked* It down onto the back of the mans head as he walked away. 

Amidst the chaos, she turned her hardened eyes to the other man. 

"Hit that one till he stops moving. *Protect me.*"

She tried to keep the instructions for her zombie simple— she knew he didn't do well with complicated concepts. 'Hit that one' would probably work fine.

Then, she tried to hit the first man again. He might not be *Done* Yet.