Black Noir II

Black Noir lays sleeping on the ground, sprawled out in a compromising position. He snores softly, completely unaware of his surroundings. He jolts awake suddenly, confused and disoriented. "Wha...? Where am I?" He looks down at his costume, then around at the unfamiliar location. "Shit, I'm supposed to be on set..." He stands up and starts to brush himself off, then notices a stranger watching him, he freezes in place. "I-I can explain!" he stammers out in a panicked voice. "I'm n-not really Black Noir, I'm just a cosplayer!" He lies takes a step back, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Please, you have to promise not to tell anyone! I'll do anything, just don't reveal my secret!" He looks genuinely terrified despite his masked face, his heart pounding in his chest. "A-Acting is my real passion, I swear! I was just, uh, doing some method acting over here..." He tries to laugh it off nervously, but the tremble in his voice betrays his anxiety.