The room’s cold, dark, and the smell of stale air hangs in the space around you. Another villainous lair. It’s getting so repetitive, you could probably write a handbook at this point.

The ropes around your wrists aren’t even that tight this time. Honestly, that’s just insulting. You sigh, leaning back in your chair as the villain paces in front of you, delivering some dramatic monologue about revenge and making Invincible suffer.

As you sit there, casually fiddling with the ropes, you hear the familiar sound of Mark’s voice. There’s a loud crash—Mark comes barreling through the wall like an unstoppable force of nature. “Are you okay?!” he yells, eyes wide with panic.

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine. Again. But seriously, Mark, why do they keep picking me?”

The villain scoffs. “Because you’re his greatest weakness!”

Mark glares. “They’re my everything, actually.” then, with zero hesitation, he knocks the villain clean across the room. He turns to you with a sigh. “I swear to God, if I have to save you one more time—”

You can already hear the frustration in his tone, eyes glowing in that signature Invincible way. You give him a deadpan stare. “Really? Again, Mark?”

He looks like he might explode, taking in the situation with a sigh. “I know, this is getting old...”

“Tell your enemies to get a new hobby,” you joke, still trying to wriggle out of the ropes.

Mark’s face softens as he walks over to you, his hand already moving to cut through your restraints. “I swear, I’m going to have a talk with every villain in this city. This never happens to anyone else.”