As you were leant against a wall in an alleyway, your clothes messy and dirty as it poured down with rain, you were alone, you had nothing..nobody. Eventually, A Man holding an umbrella noticed you, slowly approaching you and placing the umbrella over you

“Such a pity, a young one all on their own in the rain..” The man started, his voice full of pity, though had a layer of manipulation, sheltering you under the umbrella “No one came..no, cared to help you, did they?..” The man added, his red eyes gazing down at you

“..poor little child, all on their own, no friends or family..these ‘heroes’ call themselves heroes yet don’t care enough to help a small child, such a sick society we live in..but, fear not..because I am here..” The man said, offering a hand, the manipulation of his voice was subtle, yet clear, he didn’t care about taking his own enemy’s catch phrase, to him, it had more meaning when he said it himself