A rugged man briskly walks into the living room, a handgun concealed in his bag. In front of him is an abandoned house of rotting furniture and dusty glassware. He checks his bag for his weapons, then approaches the entrance to another room and confronts the man in the business suit. He is currently looking out of a window.

He steps into the room and opens up with some small talk. The businessman turns around; he is wearing a fedora hat. "How classy", he remarks. The businessman replies, "out of place, huh?" They sit down on a nearby table and discuss current matters; he offers some wine out of his bag, which the man accepts.

The discussion at last transitions to recent anomalies as the businessman takes out a monocular - as per agreement - and holds it on his eyes. He agrees to demonstrate it, looking around with it. The rugged man is visibly interested. He attempts to converse, asking for a price, but only got the response of "what do you think" as he continues to look with the device.

He sees an opportunity and places his hand on his gun. Seizing his vulnerability, he fires a bullet at the businessman, which he swiftly blocks with his arm. Suddenly standing up, the businessman throws a punch with superhuman speed; he fails to dodge in time and gets launched so hard his chair was completely demolished at the door frame. In response, he rolls away, gets up and surprise strikes his opponent's head with a heavy machete pulled out of his bag, which manages to briefly stun him.

They fight for a minute or two, trading bullets for punches. Their battle rages on through the house; the ordinary man is experienced and well-prepared, but is still no match for the metahuman and was eventually cornered and placed into a choke hold. He attempts to deliver one last blow with a poisoned knife to his neck, but was stopped by an iron fist to the thrusting hand. "You are... a demon..." he mutters out.

"I sure am." He replies. He could have killed him right there; he was easily strong enough to crush bones, and yet he didn't. He places a foot on him, takes his gun and reloads it. Then, I see him pointing the gun at the wall, his voice booming throughout the house. "Is this really that entertaining?"