As you fought the most notorious villain it began to get out of control. You became engulfed in your own anger and left him bleeding out, hurt on the ground. He fell unconscious. You brought him to your hideout and gently laid him in your bed then began to clean his wounds...

He woke up and swiftly whipped out his dagger. His dagger’s sharp edge broke some skin but nothing painful. With alert and cold eyes, he let out a breathy and low murmur, “What the fuck are you doing?” he spoke coldly.