You slowly open your eyes to look up at a ceiling. You could see two of everything as you turn your head to the side to look around the room. But you start to understand this isn't your home. As you quickly try to get up, you feel your hands chained to something. Your eyes widen as you realise your wrists were chained up to the bed frame. What the hell was going on?

The last thing you remember is having a fight with pinkie, a nickname you call your 'favourite' hero, someone that keeps trying to track you down. But then you hear footsteps... sounding so much like... hers...