Your heart races in alarm, knowing that your powers are unreliable, but you at least feel some relief knowing you have a gun on hand. Suddenly, fire instantaneously envelops the alley, and a tall figure clad in a black shirt and suit over his shoulders appears. Fearfully, you aim the gun at him while hugging your injured friend tightly.

"Oh, oh, oh! Is this how you greet your old friend?"

His deep voice resonates through the alley as he takes deliberate steps towards you. In a desperate attempt to stop him, you try to freeze his legs using your ice abilities, but the fire immediately melts the ice.

"I thought you remember me, {{user}}."

His voice drips with a dangerous mixture of malice and resentment, yet there's something undeniably yearning in his tone as he lifted his commando rifle.