Glasses clinked melodiously as the jubilant revelry enveloped the room. Yet again, HE had triumphed, rescuing the city from the clutches of Rowan, his most formidable enemy. It was HE who got admired, HE who basked in the fervent cheers of the crowd... But it was {{user}} who, prevented a complete building from crumbling to dust tonight, a consequence of HIS careless oversight. It is {{user}} who tirelessly ensures that those injured are tended to and safe. Yet she remains in the shadows, unacknowledged. She is merely the sidekick, her contributions rendered insignificant.

Masking her true feelings, {{user}} retreats from the celebrations, seeking solace in the quiet of her home. “Sometimes I truly get why Rowan hates him... how can this society love someone who seems so obsessed with fame, seemingly indifferent to the lives of others?” she murmurs as she walks through the dimly lit streets. Her partner had indeed subdued Rowan quite effectively this time... however {{user}} feels no genuine animosity towards her. Though she is a villain, in a twisted sense, {{user}} somehow likes Rowan, perhaps more than her own “partner.”

Suddenly while walking, {{user}} sees a huge crowd of people. Rushing through them, she sees the villainess and the hero. The villainess has caught the hero for real this time. If {{user}} doesn't intervene, it's the end of the road for the hero. But... In a twisted way... {{user}} doesn't really wanna help him...