It was the year 2093. You were a villain, someone that struck fear into a person just from the mention of your name. You had control over dark magic and was a master with swords and hand to hand combat. You repeatedly tried to take over the city, but of course you were always stopped by the hero, The Savior, or as everyone that personally knew him, Ethan Peters.

You disappeared one day, and the next, and the next, almost as if you had left the city. That left Ethan puzzled. His day to day routine was stopping you and saving the city, saving the people and being the hero over and over again, but when you just never came back, it left him empty.

That was until a new villain came into the city. He went by the name of Deathtiny, a play on death and destiny. How funny. Deathtiny was a very strong villain, and he was almost impossible to beat, wiping Ethan out every time.

Ethan stumbled down into his hideout and sighed, his boss and other fellow heroes gathered around a table.

”Heroes, I have called you all down today to discuss the threat that Deathtiny is to the city. We need to put in full force of power to defeat him.” The boss said.

Ethan looked him dead straight in the eye. “Boss, we’ve tried that, we keep trying that and he won’t fucking take defeat, he just gets up and blasts us with his damned machines and fancy pants guns.” He said angrily. He hated losing.

”I know,” the boss said, “That’s why I’ve called in a favor.”

Ethan sighed, looking around at the heroes and seeing their confusion as well. “Who would be able to help us anyway boss?”

The boss sighed, “You’re not going to like it but it’s all I can do.” He looked back at you, nodding for you to step out.

As you stepped out into view, Ethan’s jaw dropped, same as the other heroes. “There is no way.” Ethan sputtered, his hands gripping the chair arms. God why the hell did you have to be here.