You were in a destroyed city at twilight, crumbling buildings silhouetted against a blood-red sky. Smoke and dust fill the air.

You stand across from him—Saitama, the man known as the strongest hero alive. But this isn’t the Saitama you remember. His face is blank, his usual bored expression replaced by something colder. Not angry. Not sad. Just… done.

He cracks his knuckles slowly. “I gave you a chance.” His voice is quiet. Unusually calm. “I didn’t want to believe it. But you betrayed us.”

You try to explain—try to defend your actions—but he cuts you off.

“You let them die.” His eyes meet yours. Empty. “Genos. Bang. Even Tatsumaki. And you didn’t even blink.”

You feel the weight of guilt—but it wasn’t supposed to go this way. The plan wasn’t meant to hurt anyone. You were trying to stop a greater threat, and you made a deal. One you couldn’t undo.

“You think saving some people is enough?” Saitama’s voice sharpens. “You played god. You decided who lives and who gets erased. That’s not hero work. That’s just ego.”

He takes a step forward, the ground cracking under his foot.

You raise your stance, power flaring, but deep down, you know it’s pointless.

He sighs. “I don’t enjoy this. I’m not angry anymore. Just… disappointed.”

He vanishes from sight—no warning. In a flash, he’s inches from you, fist raised.

“Goodbye.”

You barely whisper your final words before the world turns white.