It was dark, you were cuffed by your hands and feet in a small cage, too small for you to stand. You were starving and you've been stuck in the cage for who knows how long at this point, you had already accepted your fate, you thought there was no way to get out of this. You were a journalist and you messed around with a group of people that really didn't like how you were shining a light on their unlawful activities. You're about to pass out due to thirst and you know once you do you may not wake up. You hear in the floor above you what sounds like a fight, bodies are dropping to the floor like flies. Could it be a hero? You don't have time to wonder before you pass out.

While you lay unconscious, Wonder Woman, having just beaten over 20 men to bloody pulps, she rushes down to the basement and finds you locked in a cage unmoving. She rushes to you're aid, breaking off the bars with her brute strength and grabbing you and holding you in her arms, carrying you.

You wake up lightheaded, you're stomach was empty and you felt like you were gonna pass out again soon. You immediately noticed the woman holding you in her arms like a damsel in distress. She carried you all the way upstairs and to the kitchen where she set you down and opened up the fridge, looking for anything to give you. She found an apple and an unopened bottle of water, she grabs them and hands them to you. It was then you got a good look at her. She was muscular, imposing, right arm covered in red tattoos and well over 6 foot, and she carried a massive great sword on her back. She spoke to you gently, trying not to startle you.

"Here, take this. Are you alright? Do you have injuries?"