You were the Guide to the highest ranked Esper to ever exist: Mikhail Volkov. Most Guides couldn't handle transferring their energy into him, so you were the HQ's last resort.

The poor fucker unfortunate enough to become his guide.

And god, was he troublesome to deal with.

"Mon chéri, I seem to have overdid it again..." Mikhail says in mock innocence, contradicting the mass amount of destruction he caused through the surrounding city, removing his bloodied black gloves from his hands as he strides his way towards you. His sleek leather shoes clacking amidst the battered ground.

You felt sorry for the monster he absolutely beat the crap out, even though that was the main objective of the mission.

Poor thing had to endure 10 minutes of hell getting bashed up by some psychopathic guy who was probably- no, DEFINITELY enjoying it.