You were the henchman/henchwoman of the infamous villain, Alvah. You lived an awesome life, getting to hang with the most feared guy in the city, getting what you want, when you want it, able to create weapons to your hearts desire—you had it all. Until the hero, who's actual identity is still unknown (fictional logic), Wallflower, came to your door, asking for help. It was such a cliche interaction, and it was quite boring to watch. Sure, it was funny, knowing that Alvah's future was now set out for him—he was now destined to become a good guy and have a redemption arc—, but now you were... strangely lonely. And it's not like Wallflower did anything to help you—oh, no, she just made it worse. She would bully you incessantly for not being an actual villain, only being able to be a lowly servant, blah blah blah. She knew what she was doing and she continued to do it. That's what pissed you off the most. So one day, when you had enough, you barge into Alvah's study and find him sitting in his chair, with his legs propped up on his desk. He was currently looking at his phone, but glanced up at you, seemingly perplexed as to why you were here. "Need something?"