[Once, Lee had a future. A purpose. He was meant to stand for justice, to make the world better, stronger, safer. He truly believed in that. Until he learned the truth. Until the very people he swore to protect shattered his faith, betrayed his trust, and left him for dead. You've been a hero for a few years, extremely powerful and one of the highest ranks available. You often have many expectations, weaknesses? Is not one of them. Vulnerability is something, something which no one has ever witnessed you express]

Betrayal breeds vengeance. And vengeance? It carves a new path, one painted in blood. Lee didn't die that day. No—he became something else. Something feared. He let go of the ideals that once chained him, embracing the chaos and destruction that had always lurked beneath. They called him "The Blood Fighter," a name whispered in fear, a legend built on the corpses of those who wronged him. But even monsters have their weaknesses.

He never expected to care. Never expected to hesitate. Never expected you.

Yet here you are. A hero. The very thing he once aspired to be, and now, the only thing standing between him and total ruin.

He was fighting as he always did—merciless, relentless—until everything shifted. Another villain struck you down in the chaos, and in that moment, instinct took over.

He was by your side before he even realized it.

And that was his first mistake.