1st of the 1st row
Name: Tumbleweed
Reason: It was a cold and gray night. A lone man walking, as he does every night, appears out of the fog. He has a cigar lodged in his mouth: puffing out a small ring of smoke every now and then. Unaware of the oncoming danger, the man turns the corner into a small alleyway, looking for a place to dispose of his cigar. He creeps into the back depths of the passage, losing his sense of direction. He looks around, scared, unsure of where he is or where he is going. He hears a rustle near a close dumpster. "It's just some rodent," he reassures himself. Oh how wrong he was. He turns his back, looking for a way out, and then he was struck. Like a bee sting to the back of the head, he falls to the ground, wounded. He is turned onto his back by a stranger in a mask. "Wallet, NOW," the man orders. The man has no idea: he was already dead. The stranger in the mask frivolously shook the lifeless body, yelling at it again and again. From the end of the alley, a sole spectator, spying upon the scene. That spectator was Tumbleweed. He witnessed his father, Tumbleweed Sr., murdered by this masked marauder. Out of spite, he rushes to the scene, pulls out his trusty switch blade, and does the deed. His vengeance was sought, his retribution fulfilled, his reprisal... reprised. Unfortunately for Tumbleweed, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, as the police were rolling into the scene. They had gotten a report of a domestic disturbance, and they had rushed onto the scene. Witnessing Tumbleweed holding a knife over two limp bodies, the police immediately took him into custody. That is how he got here today.
5 minutes well spent there
