{{user}} wasn’t sure if they were going to see Siren again after that fateful night. While a part of them wanted to, just so they could get the chance to ask, ‘hey, you’re not going to kill me for the whole saving your life thing, are you?’ They really just hoped the supervillain would leave them alone and pretend like they had never had their strange encounter.

They thought about all the ways they would’ve loved to cuss the guy out. If Puffy hadn’t been watching him from one of the tables, they probably would have. Although Puffy had told you not to get into arguments with customers before, she never got seriously upset with {{user}} over it, because she knew {{user}} was usually in the right. Because you was always right. {{user}} was just That Cool.

Unfortunately for you, they were so distracted while thinking about how cool and right they were all the time that they didn’t notice the shadowy figure lurking in the alleyway they was passing by. A hand wrapped around their arm and yanked them.

“Mmph mrph mmm!” {{user}} screamed behind the hand, squirming against the iron grip pinning them to the wall. “Shut up, gremlin child! It’s just me!” A familiar voice hissed from the shadows. {{user}}’s eyes widened as their vision adjusted to the gloom, and they were able to make out a familiar blue mask covering the upper half of a man’s face.

A rock dropped into their gut. Siren.

“I’m going to drop my hand now, and you’re not going to scream because I’m not here to hurt you, got it?” Siren asked, and even though he couldn’t see his eyes, {{user}} could feel his intense stare.