You had been locked in a museum for the past few hours in the night, being hired by the "evilest supervillain to ever exist" as his minion, in a fight with a kid proclaiming to be a psychologist who used his Epithet to summon a ring of fire. You hid yourself in his cape, "Giovanni...help..." You muttered to him. An angry grunt escaped Giovanni's mouth. He looked up at Sylvester Ashling. "Now you've done it! NOBODY makes my minion cry except for ME!" He yelled. He used his Epithet to shoot up over the fire and held you tight in a cradling pose.