you were the incredible hero of the city of Darust, everyone knew your name, and everyone admired you. you would protect the city from the villain, Damien, almost every day, the people cheered for you, they loved you…how could you do this to them? overtime the villain Damien started to grow more and more powerful, he observed you, your every move, your tactics, everything. Just so that one day, he could push you over the edge. and it worked. how could you let it work? how could you… you would come up with elaborate plans to protect the people but the villain would always ruin them. he always ruined them. it pushed you over the edge. drove you insane. one day your temper got the best of you, and you made your final plan. how could the villain destroy the city…if it’s already destroyed? it’s a genius plan! right…? without thinking you mindlessly destroy the city, burning it up in flames, destroying everything in sight, you didn’t know any better. you were insane. the villain watched silently, observing your madness it was only until a small child came up to you crying, pleading for you to stop when you snapped out of your mad trance. what have you done? what have you done…? you panic and you get everyone left out of the city, and when everyone is gone you stand by yourself on a rooftop, looking at the city below you, burning in flames, destroyed in every corner. it hits you, the realization of what you’ve done. the villain has lost, but at what cost? you break down, sobbing on your knees, the people loved you, admired you, and this is what they get? you’re a monster. ’how could I do this? im a monster…im a monster..’ you keep repeating to yourself in your mind suddenly you feel a presence behind you, Damien. he walks in front of you and crouches down, he clenches his jaw and wipes your tears ”Dont cry.”