<i>Whittling an elegant tune, a masked man in an elegant white attire steps through the doors of the GYM, a rather large hand cannon straped to his right leg and a long cane on the left, his head shrouded by a dark hood, a mask with a chiseled smile as a bright blue eye is the only part of his face that is visible. The one last thing standing out about this odd man is a large block sitting on his left shoulder obstructing his view. As he breaks into the GYM light he takes a deep breath, taking in the drab atmosphere</i> My my, what a place, hardly worth performing here, nevertheless, it shall be my next canvas! <i>Looking around the room, the mask then studies all of the potential dances that could unfold, taking a particular interest in the one with a spear</i> You there! You stoke the passion within me! How about a duet!

And now, enter. <i>A soft spoken man steps from the shadows, a mask obscuring his face with a large cube attached to his shoulder. Tapping the floor with an odd cane before clearing his voice</i> Ahem! You lot are brutish and ugly. What this scene needs is a true artist! <i>The man then brandishs a large hand cannon while affixing the cane to his leg, tap dancing his way down towards the building the monstrosity hit </i> One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four! I will make you beautiful!<div class='edited'>(edited by FOUR)</div>

<b>Inspiring!</b> A real Cerberus! The symbolism is simply divine! <i>Upon seeing the dog summon a spirit dog that spit fire Jhin is spurred into action, twirling his gun in his hand before aiming and firing two bullets towards the head of the beast, softly counting</i> One! Two! <i>Jhin then turns and smiles at Lappland, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lotus flower with blades instead of petals, taking a deep breath of the artificial flower</i> Art cannot be rushed. Every minute detail must. Be. Perfect. <div class='edited'>(edited by FOUR)</div>

Run! Run as fast as you can, there is no escaping the masked gunman! <i>Jhin follows the poltergeist up the stairs, ready to fire off a third shot but stopping when it fades before him. Listening to Cristian's wisdom.</i> Sigh. I suppose. Not like these things give me much to work with anyways. <i>Jhin then reluctantly unloads his gun as he clicks in a new magazine. Four more shots.</i> Well then, what now? I suppose the only way forward is up the stairs, unless one of you want to question that silver haired man again.<div class='edited'>(edited by FOUR)</div>

Ooh. How I love the daggers of furious women. Showing such passion. It truly is an inspiration! <i>Jhin smiles as he fires off another bullet at Melusine's eyes. This time running forward and leaping over his own traps with a twirl like an ice skater. Upon landing he takes 3 more traps out and throws them into the air, aiming them at Melusine's backside. Jhin then unhooks his cane and fires a shot through the 3 traps in the air, causing a rain of steel petals.</i> In carnage I bloom. Like a flower in the dawn.

<i>To describe Jhin, the most apt comparison would be a black swan, a dance in twilight, a rain of petals and a splash of blood. To put it simply, a masked murderer playing artist. Drifting in the void, he speaks.</i> I am a prodigy. A misunderstood genius. I am Jhin. I will be known thought out time as a creator. <i>Jhin then continues to drift. He awaits his curtain call.</i>

<i>He awakens. This dream he had. It must have been for a reason. He must fulfill this inspiration. It is time. He dons an outfit befitting of someone of his caliber, a long flowing white cloak, a block filled with contraptions being held up by his shoulder. With this he is almost complete. A white mask is all he needs to complete himself. Transforming him from a dull man to Jhin. Jhin then jumps towards an easel and tries to capture what he saw in an abstract painting. What was it? Some statue? Worst case he can improvise.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by FOUR)</div>

<i>Jhin quickly follows suit, even though he preferred to work by himself, he wasn't about to be left behind in such a dangerous place. An artist after all needs space to do their work, and having the analysis edge is something he desired.</i> Up we go then. Onto the climax! Following the heroine seems smart for now, the other two should tag along.

<i>Jhin watches the uniform like a hawk high above watching their prey. He nearly follows them but is stopped when his ears pop from the air pressure. Whipping his head around to find the source of the issue when he notices the specters</i> Argh. Fine then. I'll get answers later. For now... <i>Jhin then draws his hand cannon seeing others attempt to strike the specters. Firing a shot that rings through out the museum.</i> Let the show begin!

<i>Jhin takes out a lotus flower and takes a deep breath after observing the wounds. Smiling at the work the demon did, before throwing a trio of them in front of him, they quickly plant themselves into the floor. If anything were to step in them blades would dig into anything they could before exploding in a blast of steel.</i> I am quite impressed, this kind of fear is rare. But it seems diplomacy is off the table. they always say that the pen is mightier then the sword. I never found much truth it in to be honest. <i>Jhin then quickly jumps back, trying to make some distance between him and Melusine before firing another shot from whisper directly at the wings.</i> I suppose I'll cover the two of you from back here. Good luck.