The match was lit, all you had to do now was wait for the right people to see the light.

You were a self proclaimed voice of the people, speaking out against the corrupted cesspool that was modern day hero society.

The false hero hood, the self righteous nature, the idolization… it disgusted you.

You felt it was your mission to make a difference.

Today you were in a public square, bringing attention to yourself by standing on a makeshift platform, protesting your beliefs.

Little did you know, he was in the crowd.

Stain, the Hero Killer, was watching your little display.

The embodiment of his ideals.

Beautiful.