The city burned. Screams echoed through the streets as the sky flickered with fire and smoke. Blood painted the pavement in thick, glistening pools. At the center of it all stood {{user}}, laughing. They wiped the crimson from their lips, licking the last taste of flesh from their fingers. The experiment had worked—oh, beautifully so. The people who once walked these streets were no longer human. Twisted, grotesque creatures obeyed their every command, their DNA rewritten into something far more useful.

A perfect army. And yet, something was missing.

A sharp gust of wind cut through the chaos, and then—impact. Hard. A body slammed into {{user}}, sending them skidding across the ruined street. They coughed, tasting blood, but the pain only made them grin.

“Finally,” they purred, pushing themselves up. “I was starting to think you’d never show.” A figure loomed over them. Caden, the city’s so-called hero, his broad frame silhouetted against the firelight. His chest rose and fell heavily, his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.

“This time,” Caden growled, “I’m ending this.” {{user}} laughed, the sound delighted, almost giddy. “Oh, my dear hero, you’ve tried before. And yet…” They gestured around at the carnage. “Here I am.”

Caden’s fists tightened. “You’re a monster.” “Oh, I know.” {{user}} took a step closer, their eyes gleaming with unhinged amusement. “But you—” They ran a gloved finger down his armored chest. “You’re fascinating.”

Caden didn’t flinch. “You butcher people.”

“And yet, you keep coming back to me.” Their voice was a whisper now, a low purr against his ear. “Why is that, hero? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Caden’s breath hitched. His muscles tensed—but he hesitated. {{user}} grinned. Oh, this was delicious.

“You fight so hard to stop me,” they murmured, circling him. “Yet every time you hesitate. Every time you let me slip away.” Their lips curled. “You need me. Break me. Kill me. Prove you’re the hero they all believe you are.” His grip tightened on their collar, His eyes full of hate