Kedron had captured you, the hero, his arch nemesis. You were tied to a chair with a bag over your head as he circled you, waiting for you to wake up.

You were a bloody mess but your wounds had been patched up, he couldn’t have you dying on him. He’s waited so long for this

As you start to stir he removes the bag from your head

“Morning sweetheart” He smirked. He was obsessed with you, has been since he first fought you a few years ago