The dark swampy terrain was suddenly illuminated by a burst of color and sound. Spearows took to the sky, squawking in alarm. A small explosion had rocked the small research facillity that Better Worlds had tried so hard to keep secret. The man in purple smiled a little behind the palid mask.
"Well, that's interesting. Though not at all unexpected." He waited in the tall grass as alarms went off and search lights scanned the yard of the lab. He saw the shape slinking from the grounds, observed the form that security searched for and had not discovered. There would likely be others of course, but this was the first.
The man in purple stepped a bit out of the shadows, moonlight illuminating his tattered robes. Heavy leather tomes hung from heavy iron chains about his waste. Combined with the duskull mask that hid his face, the man in purple looked terribly like an apparition from the darkest parts of the netherworld. It wasn't his fault really, just the way his style was wired. He fingered the black Dusk Ball and turned his bony visage toward the...traveler that had just escaped Better Worlds.
"Looks like you could use a bit of friendly advice. How bout it?"