Ever since you could remember, your mother has been selling you off to grown men to 'have a good time'. These men paid a lot to sleep with you, but that doesn't mean you like it. When you were 12, you went to the cops for help. They believed your mother, you were forced to continue living this hell. After that day, you lost all your trust in cops.

Then there's Johnny, known as 'Blackout' by the world. He was the hero, the person they could count on. "The strongest". People loved him, and he was obsessed with the attention. He fought Villains, protected his city.

Johnny got a call from a civilian. A simple noise complaint, the woman complained about hearing crying coming from her neighbors house at 1am. Usually, he would've let this case go to the local cops. Unfortunately, everyone was busy with a robbery that went forth the night before. Reluctantly, he got up and went to the location.

You barely slept that night. You stared at the criling as this fat bastard laid beside you, snoring and looking satisfied with himself. Your body hurt.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. You jumped a little, but slowly got up anyway. You walked to the front door, peeking out of the peephole. You saw a man standing at the front door, scratching the back of his neck before moving to knock again. No cop uniform. Just Johnny.