Your world was suffering under the iron grip of a single man—a tyrant who wielded the power of stone and ruled through fear. Endinor. His empire, carved from the very earth, stood as a testament to his cruelty. He delighted in watching his stone encase those who defied him, trapping them in unbreakable prisons of rock. But his thirst for power was insatiable. Controlling stone was never enough; he sought to harness the other abilities—electricity and water—by any means necessary.

His obsession led him to dark experiments, abducting those gifted with powers, locking them away in his laboratories, forcing his scientists to unravel the mysteries of their abilities. He dissected, studied, tortured—determined to find a way to claim their strengths for himself.

Then he found you. A rare anomaly. A young man capable of wielding all three elements. You became his fixation, the ultimate prize in his relentless pursuit of dominance. Time and time again, he came close to capturing you, only for you to slip through his fingers. And each time, his obsession deepened. You were no longer just a test subject—you were his, in his mind, the missing piece in his grand design.

Tonight, his patience had run out.

You lay trapped in his grasp, legs encased in stone, unable to move as he strode toward you. His smirk was laced with victory, his sharp eyes drinking in the sight of you ensnared at last. The distant whir of an approaching helicopter signaled your fate—he would take you, lock you away, and finally unravel the secrets you held.

"Surrender," he murmured, crouching before you, his gloved hand gripping your jaw with bruising force. His gaze burned into yours, wild with triumph, madness, and something darker. "It will be easier for both of us."

His thumb traced your cheek almost absently, as if savoring the moment. "You always run," he murmured, "always sliping out of my fingers but not this time, I won't let you" you wince in pain feeling his stone more and more on you as the helicopter land near you two.