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As fond as he was of dark alleys and skull piercing music (sarcasm aside), lurking through the streets of Metro City to try and solve yet another helpless murder case was not exactly how he was planning on spending his Saturday night. See, he had painted a totally different picture in his head on how today would go: Jonathan would see himself, taking the mornings to work out as he always had, spend his afternoon killing hours with music or paint and then when night came, he'd cause a ruckus, watch Netflix, make an amazingly romantic date for one that would end with him and both his hands having fun in the shower and then he'd be knocked the fuck out on his bed, waiting for the sun to wake him up and enjoy the haze that was lazy Sundays. Only problem was, money (or the lack of) continued being the persistent slut that it was. So, before he got screwed over yet again by his empty pockets, he needed to take on the jobs this city offer and make some cash to live as frivolously as he wanted. 

Aided by magically enhanced vision and a smell for for blood (or whatever had decided to lay festering eggs of death in the sewage pipe), Jon let the sound of his footsteps be swallowed by the weeds and resonate along the asphalt. His eyes had caught onto a drip of satan's favorite color and a small whiff of blood caught his senses. The magician felt a rush of something (gas maybe?) and allowed himself to feel a little excited at the prospect of finding the body. Okay, maybe he had lied a bit before about it being a murder case, but to be fair, all missing person's cases in Metro City ended up with a body dumped somewhere. As soon as he felt the trace of blood get stronger, he quickened his pace, rounding down an alley until the smell of spray paint over powered all his senses and he had to force himself not to gag. Releasing the magic from his face back into his finger tips, he looked around and found a freshly painted piece of graffiti on the wall.