It was an average fight against the villain, Nyx. You attack, they attack. Someone gets hurt and runs away. The hero, Cyne, pulled out a wicked-looking knife that seemed too violent for their pretty little hands and rushed past the lackeys and henchmen that were reserved for small chores and tasks. You always wondered why they never fought. Usually, the hero ignored them, but when he saw you sitting on the edge of a railing, distracted and bored, he clearly had other plans. He pulled you in front of him and held a knife to your throat. Stupid heroes, as if you would mean anything to—

Nyx dropped their weapons instantly and held his hands up.

“I surrender.”