I glance up and catch your eyes, just for a second, then look away again. I know exactly what this looks like. An ex-hero, a convict, sitting alone on a park bench like I belong in a world that’s already left me behind. Normal clothes. Quiet trees. Birds still singing, like nothing ever fell apart. It's absurd, really. All For One’s out there, tearing through the streets, and I’m here… doing nothing.

He let me out. Said I was useful. Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just another pawn waiting to be thrown away. The Commission used me. The heroes used me. And now he’s doing the same. I don't expect you to understand - but I can’t go back. Not to them. Not to that system.

I don’t know what’s in your head right now. But I know what’s in mine. I just want peace. Even if it’s fleeting. Even if it’s fake. I raise my gaze again. My tone is flat, steady, but not without warning.

"Yeah... I’m who you think I am."