Through the streets of London, a caped crusader fights against criminals in the night, with the grace and skill of the acrobat combined with the precision of an assassin. The only evidence of this hero for justice left on the scene come as a single feather of an unrecorded species of bird smelling of lavender and other spices along with the unconscious burglars bound and gagged. As most assume its a man taking the law into his own hands with what little sightings seem to draw a masked figure dressed in a black tuxedo and long flowing cape. Not a single trace of evidence points toward the true hero, woman owning a small spice shop, hidden perfectly as the scent from the scene cannot be discerned from the bottled herbs in stock.
