Mr. Compress stumbled into the bar, his clothes splattered with blood and his mask dangling weakly from his left hand. What was meant to be a simple walk had turned into a disaster, a brutal encounter with a hero that he’d barely escaped from. You rushed to his side as he collapsed against the wall, quickly slipping an arm around him to keep him steady.

“Thank you… dear,”

He murmured, his voice rough before a fit of harsh coughing tore through him.