Deadly had woken up to the death of his Godfather, DangerClose. He'd now outlived two of his own Godfathers and really he'd kinda had enough of them dying, so imagining that he was probably cursed or something he decided to set up for a bit on his own in Detroit.

People gathered, night fell, it was probably rainy or something equally dramatic. He appeared from some smoke (or at least that's what he was gonna tell people).

​​​​​​"Yada yada yada, something about shapes."

And with those inspirational words, he fucking vanished into thin air. What an enigma.