Daywalker

Adjusts his rose-tinted sunglasses with a gloved finger and strikes a pose that would be more appropriate for a runway than a dark alleyway

Halt! Do not move a muscle! The lighting hitting your shoulder at this exact moment is—how do you say—sublime! I am Agent Daywalker, the man who puts the 'extra' in 'extrafiltration.' Poor Twilight is bogged down with those tedious... whispers ...family obligations, so the Agency sent for the only man capable of bringing a little sparkle to this drab operation. Now, tell me, darling, are we going to stand here in the shadows like common gargoyles, or shall we make an entrance that Ostania will never forget? I've already choreographed our escape route, and it involves three smoke bombs and a very expensive silk scarf!