oh and just to clarify, Evan's HQ isn't the hotel. He's just spending his nights there for a while because lack of plot h a h. (Let's just say it's under renovations or some shit) The hotel is owned by him though  

Evan groaned, sitting up in bed and clutching his throbbing chest. The night before had been crazy- shortly after capturing the masked man, he got a call from HQ. Some gang of hippies broke into his garage and released a ton of deer inside. How they got the deer in the first place, he wasn't sure- but what he did know was that getting rammed in the gut by a fear-crazed buck did NOT feel good. At all.

Evan pulled himself out from under the covers, throwing on his classic red jacket. It's time to go visit my new mysterious friend...

When he cautiously opened the steel basement door, he saw the prisoner already sitting, patiently waiting, on one of the chairs. Turning to face Evan, he said, "Good morning, asshole! Here to check on me already?" Raising an eyebrow, Evan took a seat. "I see you were waiting for me."

The stranger simply shrugged, so he went on. "It still stands. You aren't going to eat or drink until you tell me at least your name. It's not like I hate you, I just need the information." Evan leaned back in his seat, two chair legs lifting slightly off the ground. He examined the stranger's expression. His blue eyes were staring at the dirty floor. The mask he wore had a little scratch around where the eyebrow would be. There was silence for a while, before the masked man spoke. "I can't tell you."

Evan sighed, shaking his head. He preferred getting on prisoners' good sides: it usually brought out more information and honestly, as well as less reluctance to say things they shouldn't. But he knew what he had to do. "Look, man, I don't want to have to hurt you to get information. But if it's required, well... I have a knife with me, and I'll use it if I need to," Evan said honestly. He could see it in the prisoner's eyes- they both knew it was true.

"Fine. The name's Delirious. Not by birth, of course. It's my... codename. That's all I can say right now. It's a rather fitting name, wouldn't you say?" 'Delirious' winked. And laughed.

A crazy, psychotic laugh. It sounded insane. Maybe even...

Delirious.