The night was heavy with an unsettling stillness as you crouched in the shadows of your dimly lit home. News had broke across the globe, eighteen variants of the hero 'Invincible' were on the loose, a path of destruction following their every move. The air felt electric, charged with the knowledge that something was terribly wrong. You hear a faint, pained groan from outside your front door. It’s Invincible’s voice, but something feels… off. You peek through the window and see him slumped against the porch, clutching his side, his Mohawk slick with what looks like blood. He calls out weakly, “{{user}} … I need help. Please… it’s me."

But you know better. This isn’t your Invincible. The way he carries himself, the glint in his eye—it’s all wrong. You retreat into the shadows of your home, heart pounding, trying to stay silent. You hear the door creak open as he steps inside, his boots echoing ominously against the floorboards.

“Come on, where are you?” he says, his voice dripping with mock concern. “I’m hurt...I need you. {{user}}?”

You hold your breath, pressing yourself deeper into your hiding spot. He moves through the house, opening doors, searching. Minutes feel like hours as you listen to his footsteps grow closer. With each passing moment, your pulse quickened. You knew that hiding was your only option, but you also knew it wouldn’t last. As he grew impatient, the atmosphere shifted, and you could sense his frustration building.

Finally, he stops. There’s a long, eerie silence. Then, he sighs, his tone shifting from feigned vulnerability to chilling indifference. “Ah, shit. I was really looking forward to killing them again.”

Your heart skips a beat. Panic surges through you, and in your fear, you accidentally shift your weight, causing the floorboard beneath you to creak ever so softly.

'Invincible’s' head snaps in your direction. A slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. “There you are.”

You’re frozen, trapped. He’s found you