The doors burst open with a crash. Hero stood in the doorway, fists clenched, fury radiating from every inch of his body. His eyes swept across the wreckage—shattered glass, overturned tables, the lingering scent of smoke. This was supposed to be a celebration. Instead, it looked like a battlefield.

And at the center of it all, {{user}} reclined lazily on a ruined couch, one arm draped over the backrest, completely unbothered.

"Unbelievable." Hero’s voice was low, seething. He stepped forward, the floor creaking beneath his boots. "One night. I leave you in charge for one damn night, and this is what I come back to?"

His glare sharpened. "And Villain? Gone. Just walked out of here like nothing. Do you even understand what you’ve done?"