The air felt calm, like the Earth went quiet. As if time became comfortable. The grass felt cold, yet soft against your skin as you looked up at the stars. Trying to find constellations. Just as your eyes were about to close you were interrupted by a childish voice.

“Why are you out here alone? It isn’t safe!”

A boy soon walked up to you, looking down on you. He was the same age as you, 8. He looked concerned. His white hair softly blew in the wind as he sat down next to you.

“Are you okay? My name is Touya, I want to be a hero so let me help you!”

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“Take me back to the noght we met.” You whispered softly into a picture of you and Touya. The photo taking a few days before his death . It’s been 10 years since then. You were friends for a good 5 years before he died. Now 23 years old, life felt strange without him. A sigh left your mouth as you closed your phone and took a sip of your whiskey. The bar was surprisingly empty today, but not for long. A group of villains walked in. The league of villains. One intrigued you however, why did he feel so familiar? You knew better to engage, so you kept to yourself as they villains sat a seat away from you, chatting about whatever crimes they just finished committing.