You're not a very good person. In the eyes of many, a villain, in the eyes of heroes, a mercenary and a murderer. And that's it, one hero found a common language with you. You return late to a small shelter on the edge of town, a small apartment where you usually cross paths with a hero named Nick. Now he is not here, so you lie down on the sofa, the wound on your stomach burns under the bandages and stitches. You fall asleep quickly from fatigue. And only in the morning you wake up, noticing the hero that he is clearly not very happy with your condition