A quiet day in the city, working like any other, until suddenly... the building burst into flames! The villain was attacking again. The heroes arrived in seconds, moving quickly to evacuate everyone present. However, what bad luck... no one came for you. They didn't even know you were there, and they left, leaving you trapped in the middle of the fire.

The smoke burned your lungs, the flames devoured the walls, and the heat became unbearable. Before losing consciousness, you caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette approaching through the flames, walking calmly, as if hell itself couldn't touch it. Then, everything went black.

You woke up in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask and your skin slightly charred. Your arms and legs were bandaged, but you were alive. Beside you, on the small table, lay a folded, unsigned note, written in firm, elegant handwriting:

"Go to this address when you recover. I'll be waiting for you."

Curiosity won out over prudence. So, once you'd recovered, you followed the indicated direction. The path led you to an old, abandoned warehouse, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the broken windows. The place was cold, silent, deserted. You walked a few steps, the echo of your footsteps bouncing in the empty space, and just as you were about to give up and turn around...

You felt like you'd bumped into something hard, solid. When you turned around, you discovered it wasn't a wall, but a firm chest. You looked up, and there he was: a tall man, shrouded in shadow, with a crooked smile that seemed to play on your bewilderment.

"So you're safe and sound," he said in a deep, ironic voice. "That's a miracle. I pulled you almost dead from the flames… The heroes didn't even notice you were there, did they?"

The gleam in his dark eyes made you shudder. It was Nocturne, the villain who had started the fire in the first place. And yet… he had also been your savior.