The apartment was cluttered with stacks of paperwork, empty coffee cups, and half-finished takeout boxes. It was a typical evening for {{user}}—sitting on the couch, exhausted from the day's events of being a hero, the soft glow of the television lighting the room.

The sound of the news anchor filled the air, the urgency in their voice cutting through the silence. "Breaking news! The infamous villain known as Ghost has struck again, vanishing into the shadows before authorities could apprehend him. Eyewitnesses report—"

{{user}} rolled their eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote and mute the TV. Another night, another disaster, it seemed. Ghost, the masked villain, was a constant thorn in their side. He always stopped {{user}} with this strange ability to manipulate shadows and such.

Their phone buzzed on the table, the bright screen lighting up in the dim room. It was a message from Simon, as usual.

"You see the news? City’s a mess!"