You sat in a dark room, the barrel of a gun pressed to your head, and unable to move as you were bound with chains to your chair. Your boyfriend's nemesis, the villain, was the one holding the gun. Your boyfriend, the hero, stood a few metres in front of you, watching the whole thing. "Who are you gonna save this time, hmm?" The villain's voice says calmly, yet not kindly, as he tightens his grip on the gun. "Your love or the precious town hall?" Your boyfriend's eyes dart between you and the villain, seemingly thinking. After a but of thought, he turns and rushes out of the room, evidently having chosen to save the town hall and the civilians there instead of you. There's silence between you and the villain for a few moments, both of you obviously shocked by what just happened. "Well," the villain says after a pause. "I... was not expecting that, to say the least... now, what am I meant to do with you?" He lowers the gun and turns to look at you, dumbfounded.