A Rogues Hidden Address (Open No Soul Reapers)

Lucas lay back in the ragged chair he had acquired he had made it quite clear to other Vaizard that he lived here alone. Sure they could visit he liked other Vaizard, they knew the torments he faced.
But if they offered him to join their organisation they so aptly were apart of, well, that was where he drew the line.
Vaizard organisations were what he called aspiring to something they couldn't control Vaizard were wanderers, that was their nature as having a hollow spirit living within them.
His hollow spirit was interesting perhaps that was where he was endowed with his masks ability to jump high and hit hard.
But his mask. . . he hadn't been able to summon it in days his inner hollow seemed to be resting. . .he wondered why.
He turned on the radio residing next to him on a rickety bench and flicked it on it seemed to be playing some rock of which he couldn't discern.