010: vigilante

He could only stand there, dumbfounded. At his feet, unconscious and bound, were the three young hoodlums who only moments before were trying to kill him. Breathless, he stared at his would-be murderers, sons of the police officers convicted of brutality against the youth's father, an innocent man of color. Only moments before, a figure had burst from the shadows to save him--someone clad in black flowing robes and a long-nosed red mask. Silently, it had dispatched the youth's assailants, before vanishing into the shadows once more.

"Who are you?" the youth gasped.

The shadows whispered, "Tengu."