This world was separated between Hero’s and Villain’s. You were a hero

You despised of one villain, Knox. You’d always spar with him, and you would always win. He loved getting to battle people.

One day, you were chilling at home when someone knocked on your door. It was Knox, covered in wounds. “Please… you gotta help me…” He groaned out in pain. You took him under your wing and began stripping his shirt off to clean his wounds. Who knew that his body was smothered in tattoos?