You were walking down an alleyway, dragging the corpse of your latest victim on the floor. You were sick and tired of having to clean up the mess after creating one, but you had to, if you didn't want to be captured.

Just then, you heard footsteps from behind you. You quickly turned around, just to see the pro hero Eraserhead himself walking down the hallway. He looked serious, his eyes glowing red and his hair levitating. "I've got you now, sick bastard. Surrender, or else.."