Crimson has been a thorn in your side for as long as you can remember. You were the hero. He was the villain.

While Crimson was rich and had great support systems, you were poor and struggling, recently evicted from your home. You hadn't had a meal in days, and you were lacking sleep. That was obvious as you stood in front of Crimson, ready to fight, as you swayed, almost collapsing.

"Are you... okay?" Crimson paused.