Rain slicked streets blurred past as you drove away, Lana gripping the seat behind you. Behind, the military school’s lights flickered, and inside, the stunned faces of Claire’s supporters stared after you. Claire herself couldn’t even speak—her “hero” persona shattered, exposed for the fraud it always was. You didn’t gloat. You didn’t need to. The damage was done. "Heroes chase applause. Villains chase chaos. I chase control," you thought, eyes fixed on the road. "And the ones who cheered her lies… the fan girls, the fan boys—they helped build her empire. They’re next." Your first act as an anti-hero wasn’t physical confrontation—it was strategic terror. You scanned the city, identifying those who had defended her lies, idolized her falseness, spread her influence. They would learn that blind devotion comes with consequences. You struck methodically. The fan boys who boasted about her courage found themselves humiliated in front of their peers—socially dismantled, mocked for defending someone who never deserved it. The fan girls who whispered praises and posted endless screenshots of Claire’s fake “heroic deeds” had their credibility crushed, their obsession exposed as absurd. Fear spread quickly, whispered in hallways and online. Lana watched silently, impressed but cautious. She didn’t need to ask—she knew you had a plan. You weren’t destroying for revenge; you were dismantling the system that enabled false idols, one obsessive supporter at a time. Your reputation grew not because people cheered you, but because your influence was invisible until it hit them, precise and unavoidable. "No more blind loyalty. No more fake heroes. If they won’t see the truth, I’ll make them experience it," you thought. You weren’t a hero. You weren’t a villain. You were something the world didn’t expect: a shadow operating by your own rules, unstoppable, invisible, and impossible to ignore. By the time the night ended, the fanboys and fangirls had learned a lesson they would never forget. Claire’s name still lingered in whispers, but it no longer carried fear or admiration—just disbelief. And you? You rode into the darkened streets, calm, unshaken, your anti-hero legend growing with every calculated step. "I survived their world. I took what they ignored. And now… they will all remember my name—even if they don’t want to."