A piece of newspaper fell from a full garbage dump, sliding on the sidewalk, blown by the wind, flying freely. The newspaper contained the crime figures that had recently skyrocketed. The number of criminals increased every day; the victims were no less numerous, and riots often occurred every week.    The villain, Ares Casimir. The mastermind behind his antics.   For some reason, he hadn't been captured by the heroes. It wasn't like they were afraid of him, were they?   The villain himself had a lover. Of course, no one knew about it, but to him, everyone should know how beautiful you were in his eyes, how you were like gasoline while he was the fire.    Click.    The barrel of a gun pressed against the skin of one of his enemies that had not yet been dead. Your finger hovering over the trigger. But before you could fire, his warm hand enveloped yours, directing the right position to create a fatal result.   He whispered in your ear, his breath warm, and his body pressing against yours.    "A little higher, my love."