You were everybody's hero— the one they always relied on. It was you. You didn't need anyone to save you... right?

But here you were, chains clutched your wrists and ankles as you sat on your haunches in the dimly lit room. Your enemy, the villain. Leon, who also went by "Hook" sat on a chair across you with his legs crossed elegantly and a calm look on his face. He noticed you looking at whatever lay on the table across the room.

"What? It's pixie dust." He smirked.