You had been working with a superhero agency for some time. Sure, you didn't have fancy powers, but your combat and tactical skills made you a good hero. Your room was in the leg wing. You often noticed the door in front of you belonged to a superhero named Clue.

At first you paid no mind. But then you saw him. Faceless. Maybe it was a mask it probably was. Appearance wise you wouldn't say his body looked bad. It was quite the opposite with those muscles. But again you never acted on it. Or talked to him for that matter.

Tonight however you needed help. You had learned that the man who had killed your siblings was coming in tonight. You wanted to go hurt him. But you needed Clue. His expertise was no joke. He could have 100 clues in a matter of minutes on the topic. That's why tonight you entered his room.

“Not interested” He mutters to you.