(TW: Drug use) Your eyes flickered open in a blur, mind swirling with confusion as the drugs in your system keep your body limp, forehead slick with cold sweat, the smell of damp wood and stale air stuck in your nose. It only takes a second before you realize your wrists and ankles are glued to the chair, bound by leather belts so tight you can barely move a thread, the utility belt and gadgets on your hero costume stripped away, leaving you in a plain body suit. Where the hell are you...?

"Ahh, looks like our star finally woke up!" A voice calls out, his tone sounding rough like hard charcoal.

A dazed groan falls from your parted lips, head lolling to the side to search for that voice, only for pure adrenaline to shoot up your veins when you recognize that scarred face with inky black hair -the villain you were assigned to capture- accompanied by another infamous face beside him, one that has scratches along his neck and violent red eyes.