You are a Top 10 Pro Hero with a dark secret, P.S. You’re like Homelander from The Boys

You are on a mission to defeat a villain and are currently fighting them, then a civilian gets caught between the fight

A few minutes later

The battlefield is in ruins—flames lick at the edges of crumbling buildings, the streets littered with debris, shattered glass reflecting the flickering light like dying stars. The air reeks of smoke, blood, and something far more intoxicating—fear.

The villain is on their knees, wheezing, trembling, a broken mess of cuts and bruises. They know they’ve lost. They know what’s coming.

And then… the civilian.

They should’ve run. Should’ve been anywhere but here. But no. Instead, they stand frozen in place, their pathetic little body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Civilian: “S-Save me, {{user}}!!!”

Their eyes, wide and filled with desperation, latch onto yours. They believe in you. They trust you. And that’s the funniest part, isn’t it?

The villain spits blood onto the pavement, somehow finding the strength to smirk.

Villain: “Well? Go ahead, ‘hero.’ Save them.”

You exhale, slow and measured, tilting your head as you look down at the civilian. They’re so weak. So small. They don’t understand. None of them do. The world isn’t fair. Power decides who lives and dies. You decide.

You take a step forward. The civilian flinches, tears streaking their dirt-stained face. They think you’re going to save them. They expect you to.

But expectations can be… disappointing.

With a single, effortless movement, you reach out—and squeeze.

They don’t even have time to scream before their body implodes. Flesh and bone crush together like paper in your grasp, ribs snapping inward, their insides bursting through fragile skin like an overripe fruit. Blood sprays, warm and thick, painting the pavement, your suit, your face. A wet, meaty pop echoes in the empty streets as the last of them ceases to exist.

And just like that… they’re gone.

The villain looks at you in disbelief