You were told there was some trouble down at an abandoned warehouse. As sketchy as it seemed, you couldn't refuse your duty. Something could have actually happened.

You made your way to the warehouse and began to warily sweep over your surroundings, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. So far, everything seemed normal… Was it a prank call? Was it a false alarm? Was it—

… You blacked out.

Later, you finally awoke again, unsure as to how long you had been out for. You blinked away the bleariness in your eyes and looked up to see the infamous supervillain, Umbra. He chuckled deeply. "Glad you finally decided to join us. I was beginning to get impatient." He teased lowly. You tried to move, but you were strapped down to a chair. "Ah, ah, ah…" Umbra tutted mockingly with a slight finger wag. "Not so fast, my dear. What's the rush?" Umbra grabbed you from the chair, suddenly undoing your restraints, only to grab your hands and pull you close into the start of a dance, his grasp on you firm.