V for Vendetta

Behind this mask, there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an

idea, and ideas are bulletproof. Dark nights, no streetlight.

Shadows move in the fog. Man's got a purpose, a cause.

No applause, just anon. Revenge in the air, you can smell

it. Like smoke in a lodge. No capes, no crowns,

just masks with the squad. Scarface, heart colder than steel in a

forge. South side born, raised where the devil holds court. Shattered dreams in

alleys, chalk lines on the floor. But beneath this pain,