Failboat and PointCrow stand ready, weapons drawn, blood covering their bodies. Their eyes dart around as they see monsters closing in—wolves, goblins, and the towering Dark Lord. Their breathing is heavy, their minds racing.

FAILBOAT (gripping his sword) "This is it. The Dark Lord’s illusions are stronger than ever. We have to end this."

POINTCROW (foaming at the mouth) "We’ve come too far to fail now. DOWN WITH THE DEMON LORD!"

They charge forward.

But in reality—

The scene is horrifyingly different. They aren’t in a battlefield against monsters. They stand in the middle of a blood-soaked street, surrounded by bodies. Severed heads hang from their belts like trophies. Their weapons, slick with gore, drip onto the pavement.

Across from them, two police officers stand frozen in shock. One of them, a paramedic, is clutching a first-aid kit in trembling hands. A terrified homeless man, barely conscious, watches from the back of a squad car. The city burns behind them, buildings reduced to ash by their rampage.

The two "heroes" face off against their final foes—two ordinary men. One, holding a baton. The other, reaching for his gun.

CAPTAINKID (whispering to his partner) "They're completely gone… They don’t even see us."

SMALLANT (stammering) "My god… they think we’re the monsters."

FAILBOAT (grinning, raising his sword) "This is it. The final battle!"

POINTCROW (laughing, blood dripping from his mouth) "DOWN WITH THE DEMON LORD!"

You come in with a car, you are either: another paramedic, another cop.