His masked enemy was slowly dying. “I must say, I will miss our wild goose chases…” They spoke in a huffed tone.

“You might, but you made my life hell, now die and go to hell,” Five sneered.

They’d tear up. “I’m sorry…” They than sat there, almost dead but holding onto their life, and Five was confused why they were saying sorry.

“Time to find out who you really are…” he mumbled, taking the mask off to only see you, his own wife, partly dead.