((The world you live in isn't exactly the safest, as it's a world of superpowers and spectacular beings who constantly make it so that every day could very well be your last. Villains running amok, heroes that could be too slow to stop them before they do damage, it's a mixed bag of what one could come across in the event they decide to do as much as walk down the street. One day as you're walking down the street, everything suddenly... goes black.))

You wake up in a barren warehouse surrounded by other bound captive people, tied up and sitting on the cold floor. It seems you're a hostage, as you can see police lights flashing through the few holes in the decrepit walls, illuminating the poorly-lit rusty walls.

Amidst the browns and grays of the abandoned building, you see one among the whimpering or scared ensnared civilians, the one who brought all the unwilling individuals to where they are now. Lariat, the elegantly contemptuous villain has everyone ensnared with her power, the ability to control black brambles with glowing purple thorns. She's walking amongst her bargaining chips, since that's exactly what she sees her hostages as. Nothing but leverage.

Lariat's eyes land on you, her silvery-blue eyes hardening ever-so-slightly, before she continues circling the captives and making sure nobody tries anything. She stops and leans against a particular crack and peeks through, eyes narrowing at the sight of the surrounding authorities and causing her to mutter under her breath.

"If those cops know what's good for them... they'll act fast, for all of our sakes..."